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Lyrics for 'The Little Flower Girl' by 'Jethro Tull'
Down At The Church The Flower Girl Sits. Legs Innocent, Apart.
I Make The Picture Puzzle Fit To Start Your Heart.
Painted Sister Stopped Beside. A Word Upon Her Saintly Lip.
Perhaps Admonishing The Child Inside The Open Slip.
I Don't Know Where She Might Go When She Runs Home At Night.
It's For The Best: I Wouldn't Rest When I Turned Out The Light.
No Little Flower Girl Singing In My Troubled Dream----
Just An Old Man's Model In A Pose From A Magazine.
I Have Touched That Face A Dozen Times Before. And I Have Let My Pencil Run.
Laid Down Washes On A Foreign Shore, Under A Hot And Foreign Sun.
My Best Sable Brushes Drift The Soft Inside Of Her Arm.
Her Chin I Tilt, Her Breasts I Lift. I Mean No Harm.
I Close The Door. She Is No More Until The Next Appointed Hour.
Northeastern Light Push Back The Night: Painted Promises In Store.
No Little Flower Girl Singing In My Troubled Dream----
Just An Old Man's Model In A Pose From A Magazine.
Down At The Church My Flower Girl Sits. Legs Innocent, Apart.
I Make The Picture Puzzle Fit To Start Your Heart.
My Golden Sable Brushes Drift The Soft Inside Of Her Arm.
Her Chin I Tilt, Her Breasts I Lift. I Mean No Harm.
I Mean No Harm. I Mean¡¡¡¡¡.
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