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Shiny Stockings
I walk with my baby and he knows in nothin’
flat,
He’s got something mellow, lots of fellos whistle at.
When we go for a walk,
I know soon as we’re out,
With no shadow of doubt
He’s got lots to be proud of.
He’s really lucky to have a girl so well endowed,
A girl half as lovely would make lots of fellows proud,
He loves all of my charms,
But ones’ really a ball,
He loves those shiny stockings most of all.
