Hi little girl what is your matter,
You poor little thing,
Why did your things scatter,
They're all over the road,
Did someone throw them,
Oh look at this book load.
Little girl want me to walk you home,
Why not little girl,
I just want to help you go,
Why won't you tell me why, I caught her,
So sorry,
Because your of the hits from your father.
I'm so sorry I didn't know,
Home? Now?
No you can't go.
I'll take care of you from now on,
My home,
Yes, so now you can live past eleven years old without being gone. |
