you're several ages older now
your eyes have started showin' how
the little girl's growin' now
mornin' girl, was that you last night?
crying on the radio
beggin' for a way to go
to go back where love wasn't jumbled so
oh, no, things are different now than they were before
you know love is more than kisses a
whole lot more
mornin' girl, put your dreams away
and read your box of cheerios
and powder-puff that pretty nose
and go out and find your man where the wild wind blows
mornin' girl
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