"Naughty"
by Don A. Landhill
Copyright (c) 2000
(Based on "Windy" by Ruthann Friedman)
Whoīs peekinī out from under her eyebrows,
Calling a name for which I don't care?
Who's bending down for smacks from my paddle?
Everyone knows itīs Naughty.
Who's pacing round the walls of her bedroom,
Standing in every corner she sees?
Who has her skirts pinned up to her shoulder?
Everyone knows itīs Naughty.
And Naughty has tearful eyes,
When I tell her the price of lies,
And Naughty hates straps that rise,
Above her cheeks (above her cheeks)
Above her cheeks (above her cheeks)
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And Naughty has tearful eyes,
When I tell her the price of lies,
And Naughty hates straps that rise,
Above her cheeks (above her cheeks)
Above her cheeks (above her cheeks)
Who's pacing round the walls of her bedroom,
Standing in every corner she sees?
Who has her skirts pinned up to her shoulder?
Everyone knows itīs Naughty;
Everyone knows itīs Naughty.
[Fade]
-DAL May 2000
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