Little Red Head Songtext
von Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys
Little Red Head Songtext
You′re such a devilish little thing, Red Head
With missions dancing in your eyes
Your every playday is just a heyday
Or trouble in paradise
You're such a scheming little thing, Red Head
With temple smile you look so wild
And while you′re grinning, troubles beginning
You're just a little rebel in disguise
Your books, your toys are scattered here and there
I guess your bunny's lost his shoes, and you don′t even care
From morn′ 'til night you′re always on the go
A tempest filled with sunshine, that's why we love you so
You′re such a gorgeous little thing, Red Head
All tucked away up in your den
And while you're sleeping, I stand here peeping
Wishing you′d wake up and play again
Your books, your toys are scattered here and there
I guess your bunny's lost his shoes, and you don't even care
From morn′ ′til night you're always on the go
A tempest filled with sunshine, that′s why we love you so
You're such a gorgeous little thing, Red Head
All tucked away up in your den
And while you′re sleeping, I stand here peeping
Wishing you'd wake up and play again
With missions dancing in your eyes
Your every playday is just a heyday
Or trouble in paradise
You're such a scheming little thing, Red Head
With temple smile you look so wild
And while you′re grinning, troubles beginning
You're just a little rebel in disguise
Your books, your toys are scattered here and there
I guess your bunny's lost his shoes, and you don′t even care
From morn′ 'til night you′re always on the go
A tempest filled with sunshine, that's why we love you so
You′re such a gorgeous little thing, Red Head
All tucked away up in your den
And while you're sleeping, I stand here peeping
Wishing you′d wake up and play again
Your books, your toys are scattered here and there
I guess your bunny's lost his shoes, and you don't even care
From morn′ ′til night you're always on the go
A tempest filled with sunshine, that′s why we love you so
You're such a gorgeous little thing, Red Head
All tucked away up in your den
And while you′re sleeping, I stand here peeping
Wishing you'd wake up and play again
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