She loves me, never talks back to me
I'm happy when she is with me
We could say that we make each other's day
All the way from the park and around the bay
She's pretty, smiling and witty
She sings me odd little ditties
We hold hands as we walk throughout he scary alley
Then the grownups start chasing after us
Just don't think until she's all alone
About the one she phoned
Being left all alone
Don't you think that it's a little mean
When you come in-between
Me and my preteen queen?
Her pony works for her only
No phoney, worth more than five of me
I must wait on my own as she rides along
So carefree, better off without me
Just don't think until she's all alone
About the one she phoned
Being left all alone
Don't you think that it's a little mean
When you come in-between
Me and my preteen queen?
Just don't think until she's all alone
About the one she phoned
Being left all alone
Don't you think that it's a little mean
When you come in-between
Me and my preteen queen?
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