Drunk dtéadsa s more,
ale I will taste never
Since I lost my little girl young,
Yeah I will my pocket money.

Chorus:
I miss her, miss her,
I miss her since she left,
I miss below and above it,
Bags Silver White not Hollywood.

I will build a house on the high,
And I enter four milk cows,
Cha I allow anyone therefor
In my excise becomes not Hollywood.

Chorus

Arrival of the vessel in the harbor
Monday morning from the sea,
met a boy from the ship Bags
And she left her heart at the sailor.

Chorus

As bhfeicfinnse the young adults
standing on board the ship,
His adolescent, this thee my hand,
I am Mal White not Hollywood.

Chorus

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