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"Goodnight, little girl, goodnight.
I hope you get home alright
Each kiss was divine,
And with each jug of wine,
I thought I would make you
All mine, all mine.
But I see, little girl, I was wrong
So I'll be moving along
I thought I could win you
With all that gin in you
Goodnight, little girl, goodnight"
A classic little barbershop-type piece my college a cappella group used to sing. Seems to fit here.
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