She, s the picture on the wall,
She, s the fairest of them all.
She, s my one and only beauty queen.
The prettiest girl I, ve ever seen.
But am only fourteen,
And she, s eighteen.
If she was, nt four years older.
Then maybe i could have told her.
she, s like the ripest peach.
high up in the tree and i just cant reach.
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