My girl

My girl,
She loves to jump,
And she jumps.

My girl,
She loves to run,
And she runs,

That’s why
I look at her,
And I smile.

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My girl,
She loves to jump,
And she jumps.

My girl,
She loves to run,
And she runs,

She’s able.
And she’s wild,
But she’s mine!