Roland Byrd - Hey Little Girl Lyrics
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Hey Little Girl
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What Are The Lyrics For Hey Little Girl By Roland Byrd?
Well, a girly chicken fell in love with a chicken hawk
Well, a girly chicken fell in love with a chicken hawk She fell head over heels for that hawk's sweet talk She said, "Take me up, hawky, take me up in the sky" She said, "Take me up, hawky, take me up in the sky I'm just a little bitty chicken and I don't know how to fly" He said, "Up, up and away, we gon' fly all day Up, up and away, we gon' fly all day Up, up, up, up and away" He met a bald headed eagle flying up there in the blue He met a bald headed eagle flying up there in the blue Well, the eagle told the hawk, "I'm goin' to steal that chicken from you" Well, the hawk starts flying like a P8 single jet Well, the hawk starts flying like a P8 single jet He said, "Cool down, chicken, the eagle ain't got us yet" He said, "Up, up and away, we gon' fly all day Up, up and away, we gon' fly all day Up, up, up, up and away" Well, you asked him for the sun, did you ask him for the moon? Well, you asked him for the sun, did you ask him for the moon? He said, "Cool down, baby, we're gonna be there soon" He said, "Up, up and away, we gon' fly all day Up, up and away, we gon' fly all day Up, up, up, up and away" |
Who Wrote Hey Little Girl By Roland Byrd?
P. Slade
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What's The Duration Of The Hey Little Girl By Roland Byrd?The duration of Hey Little Girl is 3:03 minutes and seconds. |
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