Little Lady
Twinkle, twinkle, little lady,
Smile the smile that's sweet and shady,
Teeter on your dainty feet.
Everything you are is meat.
Dancing, glancing little cutie,
Walk the walk that's fresh and fruity
In your padded baby bra
No-one wonders what you are.
Little princess, bat those lashes.
Baby blues are where the cash is.
Daddy thinks you're yummy-yummy.
Swing those hips and come to Mummy.
Twinkle, twinkle little girl.
On your catwalk strut and swirl,
Pert, provocative and bold,
Though you're scarcely six years old.
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