Down this wild street walks
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Walks a child with no trace
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Of ever being as young as her sister is
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A local neighborhood crush the boys would hide out and watch
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Her hanging washing on the line all the time
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Chorus:
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More like a woman she talks like one
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She was the first girl, she was the first girl
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To turn the boys on
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Boys boys
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Wrapped around her finger
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So young
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Making love was only dreaming
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This girl she's got another story
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When they are gone she blows them kisses on the wind
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At the corner shop half way down the block
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All the radios pumping to the way she walks
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Past the fly boy's art where her name's engraved
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Sweet liberty is what it says
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Chorus:
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The price of puberty's got
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A way of showing
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It doesn't come in easy stages
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Her mother's face in the pot
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She won't ever leave it
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She needs a bell to ring the changes
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Chorus...
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Kisses On The Wind
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Neneh Cherry |