Nobody filled a sweater
Quite
like my sweater girl
And
no one in a poodle skirt
Could
match her swing and swirl
Nobody
could cut a rug
Like
my sweater girl could do
And
when it came to necking
She’d
be the one for you
It
didn’t matter what she wore
She
was the cutest by a mile
In
PF Fliers and pedal pushers
Or
at the hop putting on the style
Nobody
filled a sweater
Like
my sweater girl could
And
if I could go back fifty years
Then
I promise you I would
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