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			Poppa I know 
There's a frog on my toe, 
Maybe I'll call him Jethro 
Maybe I'll gro up to be 
A wife as good as he 
And maybe I'll be back 
As soon as you're long gone 
 
Poppa I'm sure 
The worms have eaten you now 
And Jethro's been on some Frenchy's plate 
Long ago 
Now I'm pretty sure 
That I've listened to every word 
'Cause I still hear you telling me 
Still 
 
Slap them boys when they're naughty 
Make 'em crawl  
Make you horny 
Make you a strong little girl 
You paint them toes the reddest color 
And you know one day 
You're gonna be bigger than a flea 
You're gonna be bigger than that old 
Poison ivy trea. 
 
And now I'm pretty sure 
That I think you come and visit 
And talk some times  
Kinda like Gidget 
A funny little like an Indian brave 
'We all grew fat 
When the white men came' 
 
But one day, girl  
You're going to lear to make the crawl 
Make 'em grow tall  
But have the grace 
To be a lady with disgrace 
And 
You fry them taters and 
You make them with ladies 
Yes, I know you're my Poppy's 
Baby. 
 
Frog on my Toe- Tori Amos 
 
I love this song seeing as how she and I are both Southern and both Cherokee.  Also, the main part is about growing up a little differently from all the other girls, and having a different song in your head.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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