Little Girl, Little Boy - Chuck Prophet

Little girl, little girl

Life’s no fairy tale

Doctors get diseases

Criminals make bail

Little girl, little girl

Little boy, little boy

Tell me something I don’t know

What makes a lamp a Tiffany

What makes the flower grow

Little boy, little boy

Little boy, little boy

Can you play the violin

My daddy’s got a string quartet

And my heart belongs to him

Little boy, little boy

Little girl, little girl

I can tune a baby grand

My heart it sings a symphony

I’m a one-man marching band

Little girl, little girl

Little boy, little girl

Little girl, little boy