Two young girls live across the street, from me
Waving and speaking each time we meet
Always happy, even if their days are going bad
But never letting me know, that they're really sad
I greet them with a smile and a good hug, each time
Letting them know, that I think they both look better than 'Fine'
It's known to them, that I really do, truly care a lot
And that I watch out for them, keeping them out of a bad spot
I try make them happy to know, this old man
Making them believe, that I'm their biggest fan
After all, it doesn't really hurt them, to depend on me
Because all I ask, is for their smiles, for me to see
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