She can make the birds and bees
Get down on their little knees
She can whisper to the breeze
And make her tear the bark off trees
She can make a fog horn ring
She can make the mountains swing
She will make you clip your wing
She will get your tears to sing
She's just a small change girl
But she's a world to me
She can turn her flesh to steel
But she can't get her scars to heal
She can make you think she's real
She can make a diamond peel
She can get your bed to shrink
She can get your ears to blink
She can get you eyes to think
And she can get a horse to drink
She's just a small...
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