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
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