My mother used to say to me
Some girls do
but good girls don’t.
Some girls will
but good ones won’t.
Some girls go fast
but good girls go slow.
Some girls say yes
but good ones say no.
I just wish my mother had been around to see me cry
when that some girl walked off with my guy
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Hyacinth Andersen
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