I was a good girl
My daddy's lil Pearl
Until life took me through a whirl
A tragic hurly whirl
Got tangled in its curl
Freed somehow with a burl of twirl
But still hungover in its swirl
I am still a good girl
Living in her own wide shirl
Strong enough to pass
Any whirly whorls
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