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I'm gonna marry you, Mr. Navy man
Have your baby and call him Jack
I like the way you brush my hair
The way your hands rub my back

You know, a man shall leave his mother
A woman leave her home
Your hands tickle my thighs
I squirm as they roam

A house as big as Disney Land
You know we'll have it made
I'm gonna marry you, Mr. Navy man,
As soon as I'm out of the fourth grade.