Little Miss Ruby

Little Miss Ruby cannot keep still Little Miss Ruby is running up the hill Little Miss Ruby is going around the circle Little Miss Ruby likes the color purple Little Miss Ruby is playing smart Little Miss Ruby is drawing a flow chart Little Miss Ruby has a bold spirit Little Miss Ruby is a bigot Little Miss Ruby keeps changing the tune Little Miss Ruby love the tycoon Little Miss Ruby has a big king bed Little Miss Ruby love the color red Little Miss Ruby is banging the door Little Miss Ruby is peeping through the key hole Little Miss Ruby is looking for a loophole Little Miss Ruby is out of control I walked quietly through the back door Seeking solace for my ripped up soul I tried to get a sip of whisky before I join the invigorating dance floor But something magnetic ushered me away And took me to the ground floor unscrupulous men puffing big cigars gather around a table in the streetcar Half naked women serving vodka Big men with big stuff playing poker Big pocket big hand Big money big land Empty chairs, empty bed Empty house, empty head The thoroughbred is leaving the shed And here I am penetrating the letterhead They kept moving it from pillar to post until it end up on the ivory coast I like the shape of that big horn It was on the wall before I was born Something spectacular is carved inside little miss Ruby is full of pride Little Miss Ruby is coming clean Little Miss Ruby has spilled the beans