Papa worked but his cheque was small
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mama sewed just to help us all
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And our old house sure needed paint
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and when it rained the roof would leak
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Well the teacher's pet was Susie Grout
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born with the silver spoon in her mouth
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Miss Goody-Two-Shoes in sovereignty
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And I was a "Little Miss Nothin'" and they thought of me as
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The girl most likely
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yeah yeah---yeah yeah
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---the girl most likely
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To wind up in uh-uh jam
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they judged by the way I looked not the way I am
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Well I guess it's true I looked thr part
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but developin' fast was not my fault
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Didn't know my sex appeal showed through
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Those made over clothes and run down shoes!
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Now the doctor's son is hidin' out
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and the whole town knows what it's all about
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Because the evidence is plain
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ha!--- it ain't me it's Susie Jane!
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The girl most likely
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yeah-yeah yeah-yeah--- the girl most likely
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Susie's daddy is on the run
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and he sure looks funny with that hot shot gun!
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Well the weddin' bells can't wait till June
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it'd better be now or else real soon
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Susie Jane is in the jam
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hey listen that gun go wam wam wam!
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Well some of that talk is dyin' now
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and there's a lot of most likelys in this town
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Just because a house needs a coat of paint
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That doesn't mean a girl is somethin' she ain't...
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Girl Most Likely
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| Jeannie C. Riley |
