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( Britney Spears song lyrics )
AND ALL THE LITTLE GIRLS
(WANT TO BE BRITNEY SPEARS)
Copyright © 2000 - mickterry.com

1: It's amazing to me
how the norms have changed
through the years, and I think it's sad
how the kids nowadays
all have a whole new range
of what's good and of what could be bad.

And the age is dropping lower
than it has before,
going way down below the teens,
where we've got these kids in grade school
trying hard to score,
trying to get inside a pre-pubescent's jeans.

CHORUS:
And all the little girls want to be
Britney Spears.
And all the little boys want to do her.
And all the little girls want to see
Britney Spears.
And all the little boys wish they knew her ...
in the biblical sense.

2: And I heard all the boys
hate those training bras
'cause the things just get in the way.
And they can't wait 'til recess
'fore they get their paws
up inside the flavor of the day.

Jason's making it with Heather;
Crystal's doing Zach.
And it's all before the lunch bell rings.
Ben and Jeffrey plainly see them,
but they turn their backs.
After all, they're gay and into their own thing.
CHORUS:

BRIDGE:
We've got babies making babies
and they've barely stopped with dolls
before they find themselves playing house for real.
We've got boys becoming daddies
and they're not yet juveniles,
barely thinking past the pizza of their last meal.

3: Do their folks really care?
Do they just complain,
letting girls dress for school like this?
With a look that would make
a hooker feel ashamed,
where the boys can almost see their tits?

Have the parents lost control
or is it all condoned?
Is the dad sharing his Hustlers with his son?
Do the kids just merely watch us,
taking as their own?
But, just maybe they might be a little young.
CHORUS:

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