by Eric Clapton
You see her walking down the road.
Man, that little girl is fine.
I'd like to take her for a ride.
I'd like to make her mine, all mine.
Look at that jailbait.
Ain't that jailbait.
Come on jailbait.
She's just jailbait.
And do her mom and daddy know
She gets all the boys so wound?
She can't be more than sixteen.
Man, that little girl is sound.
Hey little girl, where you going tonight?
Hey little girl.
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Hey little girl, where you going tonight?
Hey little girl.
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