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Bobby Will Come, I Used To Dream, A Bobbed-Haired Girl With The Golden Lock And The Stylistic Poses

I used to think that one day Bobby would come,
The bobbed-haired girl
With the golden hair glistening
Would be my love
But came she not,
The salon girl, the parlour lady,
The bobby-cut girl,
Simply speaking,
Fearing it that she would not cook food
And came she too not.

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