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under my bed you can tocuh our little satchel on my head come lay your little hand you will be my own true lover i will be your loving little man run to the house and ask your papa bride of mine you'll ever be if he says no come back and tell me and i'll wait till you'll get free when you'll get free well then we'll get married look how happy we will be or we'll go to california any place you want to go i wish i was a little angel over these prison walls i would fly fly oh back to the arms of my darling stay at home and there i would die as you can see i'm no little angel neither have i wings to fly Songtextei'll go back all broken hearted weep and moan until i die under my bed you can touch our little satchel on my head come lay your little hand you will be my own true lover i will be your loving little man ..... then we'lll get married look how happy we will be or we'll go to california Aus Songtexte Mania