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My Girl

My Girl
Oh yes, my girl looks like a monkey in making up,
but I still love her,
Some Make fun of her, but I just can't get enough of her.
She has lots of lipstick that gets on my collar; 
when I hold her I just want to holler.
She wears beads and some other fine jewelry,
she is truly royalty.
She is always coming up with new Shannanigins,
dont get her mad she will rip one of your ears off.
My dear monkey girl
is ready to party
do invite her you will not be sorry.

By Marc Acrich

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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