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Mr Men and Little Miss



 1. ‘Mr. Men and Little Miss’ came by post to me
2. Love it or hate it, viruses you need to go
3. Lemon Sherbet in my hand
4. Bubbly, bubbly, it does her job

2. Love it or hate it, viruses you need to go
5. Once, water flowing down the tape
4  Bubbly, bubbly, it does her job
6. You reminds me of my lovely childhood

5. Once, water flowing down the tape
7. It poured all over my head
6. You reminds me of my lovely childhood
8. Elated and free with nothing  to hide

7. It poured all over my head
3. Lemon Sherbet in my  hand
8. Elated and free with nothing to hide
1. Mr. Men and Little Miss came by post to me

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