Oh have you seen Miss Molly. Her cheeks are rosy red.
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Her lips are soft as satin and they taste like ginger bread.
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Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you.
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Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too.
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Now when Miss Molly smiles, the sun is dim a spell.
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And when she laughs her voice is like a little silver bell.
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Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you.
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Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too.
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I'll trade my horse and saddle, my drivin' I'll resign,
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if only Miss Molly would say that she'll be mine.
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Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you.
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Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too.
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Now listen here Miss Molly, I've told you once before.
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But even though I've told you so, I'll tell you just once
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more
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Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you.
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Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too.
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repeat
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repeat
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Miss Molly
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