Budding breasts, budding breasts,
Wispy hair and palpitating shirt!
He for whom you flower
Will be a worthless boor.
Though you never meant to hurt,
I can hardly bear to see,
Budding breasts, budding breasts,
That wispy hair and palpitating shirt!
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