"Little Girl, Little Boy" lyrics - CHUCK PROPHET

Little girl, little girl
Life's no fairy tale
Doctors get diseases
Criminals make bail
Little girl, little girl

Little boy, little boy
Tell me something I don't know
What makes a lamp a Tiffany
What makes the flower grow
Little boy, little boy

Little boy, little boy
Can you play the violin
My daddy's got a string quartet
And my heart belongs to him
Little boy, little boy

Little girl, little girl
I can tune a baby grand
My heart it sings a symphony
I'm a one-man marching band
Little girl, little girl

Little boy, little girl
Little girl, little boy