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There's a girl who lives down the track
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In a little shack made of timber wood
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And her clothes are all hand-me-downs
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From the folks in town who treat her so good
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Though she hasn't got a dime
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I'm so proud that she's all mine
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'cause to me she's a princess in rags
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Now her dad, he's a worn-out man
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Prayin' if he can make enough to eat
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And her mom cleans for everyone
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Till the day is done just to make ends meet
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All her wealth is in her charms
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And the sweetness of her arms
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How I love my poor princess in rags
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I know some day I'll find a way
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To take her out of this old place
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I'll work and slave, scrimp and save
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To change her rags to silk and lace
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Though it hurts and my body aches
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From the pain it takes just to set things right
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But for now I must be content
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With each moment spent in her arms each night
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She's the only girl for me
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And some day it's gotta be
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Just me and my princess in rags
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She's the only girl for me
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And some day it's gotta be
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Just me and my princess in rags
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Princess In Rags
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| Gene Pitney |
