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Whipped cream fairy
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Whipped cream fairy
I see the little girl, all white from whipped cream
and sweet as a lollipop.
How you suddenly bloomed in a dress of bow ties,
you brought your first report card.
Perhaps an angel or a fairy,
all white in a dress made of bow ties, let the wings grow.
You are an angel, you are no longer a fairy
even if you were you weren't here with me, let your wings grow.
Aaaaah
/:Take the blinders off your eyes, you're still my little Amy.:/
Let your wings grow.
Whipped cream fairy
I see the little girl, all white from whipped cream
and sweet as a lollipop.
How you suddenly bloomed in a dress of bow ties,
you brought your first report card.
Perhaps an angel or a fairy,
all white in a dress made of bow ties, let the wings grow.
You are an angel, you are no longer a fairy
even if you were you weren't here with me, let your wings grow.
Aaaaah
/:Take the blinders off your eyes, you're still my little Amy.:/
Let your wings grow.
Published 15th Jul 2024
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