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Lyrics: 
 In my platforms I hit the floor
 Fell face down didn't help my brain out
 Then the baby came before I found
 The magic how to keep her happy
 I never was the fantasy
 Of what you want wanted me to be
 
 But don't judge me so harsh little girl
 So you've got a playboy mommy
 But when you tell them my name and
 You want to cross that bridge all on your own
 
 Little girl they'll do you no harm
 Because they know your playboy mommy
 But when you tell them my name
 From here to Birmingham, I got a few friends
 
 I never was there, was there when it counts
 I get my way you're so like me
 You seemed ashamed, ashamed that I was
 A good friend of American soldiers
 I'll say it loud here by your grave
 Those angels can't ever take my place
 
 Don't judge me so harsh little girl
 You got a playboy mommy
 But when you tell them my name and
 You want to cross that bridge all on your own
 
 Little girl they'll do you no harm
 Because they know your playboy mommy
 But you just tell them my name
 You tell them my name, I got a few friends
 
 Somewhere where the orchids grow
 I can't find those church bells
 That played when you died
 Played Gloria, talking about Hosanna
 
 Don't judge me so harsh little girl
 You got a playboy mommy come home
 But when you tell them soldiers my name
 You cross that bridge all on your own
 
 Little girl they'll do you no harm
 'Cause they know your playboy mommy
 But I'll be home, I'll be home
 To take you in my arms 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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