There was a girl who thought the world
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Was filled with gold and pearls
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She smiled with the bright eyes
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Of those who trust in life
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She had been taught she should believe
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In all that's good and fair
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And and the end of each day
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She sat contented in her chair
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And she sang; lalalalalala
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He was the type who thought he had a right
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To everything he liked
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He had an easy air, was confident
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And pleasing to the eye
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They met by chance at a caf¨Ï
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He thought that she looked fine
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And as they kissed she felt the bliss
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Of love for the first time
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And she sang; lalalalalala
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She gave herself without reserve,
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With eagerness and joy
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He took her with indifference
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Then cast her off like a broken toy
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There was a girl who thought the world
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Was filled with gold and pearls
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She smiled with hazy eyes
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And lips that barely curled
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She had been taught she should believe
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And so her life went on
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And through the years she still could hear
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The echo of her song
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Lalalalalala
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And She Sang
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The Puppini Sisters |