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Poppa I know
There's a frog on my toe,
Maybe I'll call him Jethro
Maybe I'll gro up to be
A wife as good as he
And maybe I'll be back
As soon as you're long gone
Poppa I'm sure
The worms have eaten you now
And Jethro's been on some Frenchy's plate
Long ago
Now I'm pretty sure
That I've listened to every word
'Cause I still hear you telling me
Still
Slap them boys when they're naughty
Make 'em crawl
Make you horny
Make you a strong little girl
You paint them toes the reddest color
And you know one day
You're gonna be bigger than a flea
You're gonna be bigger than that old
Poison ivy trea.
And now I'm pretty sure
That I think you come and visit
And talk some times
Kinda like Gidget
A funny little like an Indian brave
'We all grew fat
When the white men came'
But one day, girl
You're going to lear to make the crawl
Make 'em grow tall
But have the grace
To be a lady with disgrace
And
You fry them taters and
You make them with ladies
Yes, I know you're my Poppy's
Baby.
Frog on my Toe- Tori Amos
I love this song seeing as how she and I are both Southern and both Cherokee. Also, the main part is about growing up a little differently from all the other girls, and having a different song in your head.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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