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| Cropping Queen You can paste, you can trim, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, she is the Cropping Queen Friday night and the light says "Stop" Looking out for a place to crop Where they have the right paper, with the no-acid label You come in to look for a table Anybody could have that die! Night is young and the estrogen's high, With a bit of font magic, everything is fine You're in a mood for a scrap, And when your paper is damp... You are the Cropping Queen, obssessed and neat, a scrappin' fiend Cropping Queen, steal your seat from your friend Eileen You can paste, you can trim, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, she is the Cropping Queen You're a trimmer, you paste 'em on Leave them drying and then you're gone Moving on to another, anyone will do You're in the mood for a scrap And when you're paper is damp... You are the Cropping Queen, obssessed and neat, a scrappin' fiend Cropping Queen, steal your seat from you friend Eileen You can paste, you can trim, having the time of your life, See that girl, watch that scene, she is the Cropping Queen |
| I got this song from a post on the Creating Keepsakes Message Board. The husband and children of the lady who posted it wrote the song. The song playing is called Dancing Queen, sing the Cropping Queen to that tune! Enjoy! |
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