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When I was a little girl

All young and fresh as a pearl

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I used to go out on my own

Sometimes sit chilled to the bone

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But I loved being alone

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I’d crave the green, green grass 

Wait till the numbness met my ass

Then I may have gone home

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But I loved being alone

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One bright and sunny day

As I wiggled bare feet into clay

I cried out a great long groan

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But I loved to be alone

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Only on this day you see

It felt as bad as being stung by a bee

As I sat there like I was on my throne

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But I loved being alone

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And I never wanted to go home

I needed freedom, tis why I would roam

Looking down to the ground at a stone

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But I loved being alone

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I took my lip in between my teeth

And looked quickly round the heath

Twas not just by the grass I was known

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But I loved being alone

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The ground upon which I sat

And wiggled until I made it flat

Was also the home of the ants

Who had climbed into my pants!

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Some of them had flown

Some had been blown

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But I just loved being alone

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I never told my Mother

Or even my big Brother

When I did dare to go home

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But I just loved being alone.