Daddy’s Little Girl

Words & Music by Boby Burke & Horace Gerlach
Recorded by The Mills Brothers, 1950

You’re the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold.
You're daddy's little girl, to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are;
You're mommy's bright and shining star.

You’re the spirit of Christmas, the star on our tree.
You’re the Easter Bunny to Mommy and me.
You’re sugar, you're spice, and you're everything nice
And You’re Daddy’s Little Girl

You’re a treasure I cherish, all sparkling and bright.
You were touched by Holy and beautiful light;
Like the angels who sing, a heavenly thing;
And you’re Daddy’s Little Girl

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Ти не перший, не останній, хто закінчував зітханням Ти не ангел і не геній, ти живеш своїм життям Ти просто сильний, ти просто мудрий (2) Ти не пізно і не рано зрозумів, що

Мне бы завязать потуже старые кеды И пойти гулять по синему небу. Как давно я там не был. Мне бы позабыть печали горести беды И не думать не о том не об этом

[Ricky Blaze:] I feel free. I'm rollin with my niggas and we jus bought the bar. I feel free. Shawty lookin' at me 'cause she know I'm a star. I feel free. I'm in the club

[Chorus] How did I end up right here with you after all the things that I been through it's been one of those days you tryin' forget about take a shot and let it out let's