There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very, very good - but when she was bad she was horrid.
There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very, very good - but when she was bad she was horrid.
Wish rock wishes don’t come true.
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