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| Playing Dress Up Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2003 |
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| I'm your little Sister; you made that known so well Many times you cursed me, telling me to go to h--- Sorry I couldn't do that, cause you were on my mind I had to stick around some, cause I was a different kind Remember all the times we dressed up and acted old How we couldn't wait for that day to have and hold You were always the lady, but I was a tom boy We had so much laughter; the fun was such a joy |
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| We both loved music, being it Elvis or Boone We'd play those records from morning till noon How we drove our parents quite insane To them it wasn't music; it wasn't the same How we struggled with piano, and then came the song We'd sing sometime together, having fun all along You sang Alto, with me singing high We could do anything, from morning till nigh |
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| We shared our secrets, and shared our ice cream Think about all those things that we would dream Hate to tell ya, Sis, that couldn't last It was just something that we did, we had a blast From marriages to having our babies dear How you cried when Andrew came near Your baby sister became a mother over night Did that make you happy, or scare you to fright |
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| All those crazy diets, from Grapefruit to Slim Fast The weight we lost, it was something from the past No more playing dress up, since we are growing old It's the way of life, or so I am told Yet, we kept our laughter, and all that fun Tell me, dear Sister, just when it begun From playhouse to doll house, we did it all I wouldn't trade it for anything; just let those chips fall |
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