By Misti Lake
Date: 17 March 2001
Little Girl Blue
everytime we close the sale
the truth is pointed out in braille
the pail is filled with smelly slop
the answer is a plastic prop
if I could stop the train in time
I'd hop right off and pluck a lime
but the rhyme is swallowed by the reason
my brand of fruit is not in season
he's in bed counting sheep
I'm praying that my soul will keep
sweep it all under the rug and call it a day
life is peaceful under the hay
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