Ever just feel unloved? No, you are far too amazing? Well, if you ever do, just cut out Poor Little Rich Girl and make her dance to this perky little tune:
When I say it’s day
you say it´s night
When I say it´s black
you say it’s white
Tell me,
what’s wrong with you Baby?
At times I ought to hate you
You make me so blue
But honestly I can’t hate you
when you smile at me the way you do
Oh My Goodness!
I don’t know what it is thats so irresistible- the sailor suit, the squeaky voice, boing boing curls, or charmingly sucking on one’s pinky. In uncertain times, you better go with all four.
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