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Oh, if you only knowed how much I like / To stand here, when the "old man" ain't around, / And watch your soft, white fingers while you pound / Away at them there keys! Each time you strike / It almost seems to me as though you'd found / Some way, while writin' letters, how to play / Sweet music on that thing, because the sound / Is something I could listen to all day.
You're twenty-five or six and I'm fourteen, / And you don't hardly ever notice me -- / But when you do, you call me Willie! Gee, / I wisht I'd bundles of the old long green / And could be twenty-eight or nine or so, / And something happened to your other beau.