little girl with heart
I'm a little girl with wishes
I'm a little girl who cant afford dishes
I wanted to play
the hurricane wash the park away
Im a little girl who's cold
Im a little girl who lives off cheese mold
I'm alone
No school, no house
I'm alone
i have no parents, no phone
i'm alone
The rain wont go away
Im alone
The hurricane washed us all away
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