The very first one
I'll never get over
If I'm ninety one
they'll always be young
in the back of my mind.
The long black hair
and green eyes
long finger nails
could scratch out your eyes
and the sweet sweet voice
that sang like a bird.
She would get mad at me
if I showed up late
better buy her some flowers
take her out on a date
And if she's was crying
a chocolate bar
would cheer her right up.
The very first one
I'll never get over
If I'm ninety one
they'll always be young
in the back of my mind.
The long black hair
and green eyes
long finger nails
could scratch out your eyes
and the sweet sweet voice
that sang like a bird.
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