 Little Miss
America
Little Miss America
Like a candy box all
wrapped in bows,
With a button nose, cute as she can be.
Everywhere she goes, everybody knows...
Little Miss America is she.
Seems April skies are in
her eyes,
A living doll that talks smiling as she walks. 
May she stay somehow sweet
as she is now.
Little Miss America take a bow.
Instrumental
Seems April skies are in
her eyes,
A living doll that talks smiling as she walks.
May she stay somehow sweet
as she is now.
Little Miss America take a bow.
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