| Lyrics: | When a girl reach the age of 18
She begins to think she's grown,
And hat's the kind of
little girl
You can never find at home.
Come and see me early in the
morning,
Just about the break of day.
Want to see me hug my pillow
Where my baby used
to lay?
One drink of wine,
Two drinks of gin.
Pretty young got me
In the
shape I'm in.
Chorus
I pass by the juke joint,
Look through the
door.
She's doing the boogie-woogie
In the middle of the
floor.
Chorus
First Verse
Chorus |
