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(traditional)
When a girl reach the age of 18
She begins to think she's grown,
And hat's the kind of little girl
You can never find at home.
Come and see me early in the morning,
Just about the break of day.
Want to see me hug my pillow
Where my baby used to lay?
One drink of wine,
Two drinks of gin.
Pretty young got me
In the shape i'm in.
Chorus
I pass by the juke joint,
Look through the door.
She's doing the boogie-woogie
In the middle of the floor.
Chorus
First verse
Chorus
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