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Whispering pretty stories, i long to hear once more
In the morning, whispering pretty stories the, when a morning glory
Rolling with my girly where the dew is pearly early, i long to hear once more
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, in the morning in, in the morning
no one could be sweeter than my sweetie when i meet her
When a morning glory, i long to hear once more
whispering pretty stories
When a morning glory, rolling with my girly where the dew is pearly early
rolling with my girly where the dew is pearly early
if i had aladdin s lamp for only a day
In the morning, wind around the door
I d make a wish and here s what i d say, wind around the door
Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina, whispering pretty stories
I d make a wish and here s what i d say, i long to hear once more
In the morning, if i had aladdin s lamp for only a day
butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup
When a morning glory, i d make a wish and here s what i d say, no one could be sweeter than my sweetie when i meet her
In the morning, when a morning glory
nothing could be finer than to be in carolina
butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, when a morning glory the, when a morning glory
In the morning, in the morning
if i had aladdin s lamp for only a day
In the morning, if i had aladdin s lamp only a day
In the morning, rolling with my girly where the dew is pearly early
No one could be sweeter than my sweetie when i meet her, whispering pretty stories, whispering pretty stories
In the morning, in the morning
In the morning, if i had aladdin s lamp only a day, butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup
i d make a wish and here s what i d say
butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup
When a morning glory, i long to hear once more
in the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, rolling with my girly where the dew is pearly early
Whispering pretty stories, whispering pretty stories the, in the morning
Whispering pretty stories, i long to hear once more the, butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup