Mable
I met her Sunday, that was yesterday
The girl I knew from 1990
Her eyes are hazel, her name is Mable
I kissed her once and now I’m able to
Walk a mile, crack a smile
She makes me want to kiss all the
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Babies, hug the puppy dogs
She makes me feel like a mom
Smell the flowers and plant a tree
I gotta say that Mable — She’s the bomb
Now it’s Monday, better than Sunday
Mable told me that she would stay
Her curly hair shines in her eyes
Boy that Mable sure is fine
I’m with her now until I die
She makes me want to kiss all the
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Then on Tuesday, Mable left me
I heard she’s goin’ out with Charlie
She saw his package from what I know she said:
"That looks like a tube of cookie dough!"
Mine, she said then, looks like a small
pencil with broken lead
Rabies got the puppy dogs
and now I really need my mom
I bought her flowers, so woe’st me
It sucks I still think Mable — she’s the bomb
Rabies got the puppy dogs
and now I really need my mom
I bought her flowers, so woe is me
It sucks I still think Mable — she’s the bomb