Paroles de Litlle Old Nita

Little old Nita In New Orleans I might've been wide I'm gettin' taller I may be large Your gettin' smaller Little old Nita In New Orleans I'll send you telegram Just to tell you how I am Oh, little old Nita In New Orleans You cook me things Give me dinner But, you cooked it And made me thinner Little Nita Little, little old Nita Little Nita Little, little old Nita Oh, little old Nita In New Orleans She'll teach you how to fish How to aim that ole' stick Oh, little old Nita Oh, little old aunt She's 86 years of age And I love her off the stage Oh, little old Nita In New Orleans She'll teach you how to fish To aim the stick Oh, Little old Nita In New Orleans Little Nita Little, little old Nita Little Nita Little, little old Nita When, you were a little taller I was more smaller I would ask you for you number Call you on your phone You're a crazy, crazy woman You never seemed too broke Spendin' all your dough After all, that's what it's for Oh, little old Nita In New Orleans Oh, little old Nita In New Orleans Oh, little old Nita In New Orleans Little Nita Little, Little Nita Little Nita Little, Little Nita