*** your clothes
And those things without any fingers
The peach ones that keep you warm
In a southern winter
I'll fight a window shopping with my mom
We'll go whistling Dixie down the lane
And those things without any fingers
So who cares, our purse is almost empty
I'm the richest girl in Dixieland
Look away, look again
She is still holding my hand
Holding my hand
*** your coat
The cloudy blue one
With the stripy buttons
That keeps you warm
In a southern winter
I'll fight a window shopping with my mom
We'll go whistling Dixie down the lane
So who cares, our purse is almost empty
I'm the richest girl in Dixieland
Look away, look again
She is still holding my hand
She is still holding my hand
Holding my hand
Hold the dir faced
Hold the dir faced
Holding the dir clam
She is still holding my hand
Look away
Look again
She is still holding my hand





Holding my hand, holding my hand
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