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[Verse]
A wicked little lady
Walking through the park at noon
And someone soon
Will look her over
Give her a quarter
[Chorus]
Black moon june
Much too soon
[Verse]
The man behind the fountain
Pretends to drink and quench his thirst
He's not the first
To look over
He says she's his daughter
