Two Little Girls from Little Rock
We're just two little girls from Little Rockwe lived on the wrong side of the tracksbut the gentleman friends who used to callthey never did seem to mind at allthey came to the wrong side of the tracks.
Then someone broke my heart in Little Rockso I up and left the pieces therelike a little lost lamb I roamed aboutI came to New York and I found outthat men are the same way everywhere.
I was young and determinedto be wined and dined and erminedand I worked at it all around the clock.Now one of these days in my fancy clothesI'm gonna go back and punch the noseof the one who broke my heart(the one who broke my heart)the one who broke my heart in Little Rock.
I'm just a little girl from Little Rocka horse used to be my closest pal.Though I never did learn to read or writeI learned about love in the pale moonlightand now I'm an educated gal.
I learned an awful lot in Little Rockand here's some advice I'd like to share.Find a gentleman who is shy or boldor short or tall or young or oldas long as the guy's a millionaire.
For a kid from a small streetI did very well on Wall Streetthough I never owned a share of stockand now that I'm known in the biggest banksI'm going back home and give my thanksto the one who broke my heart(the one who broke my heart)the one who broke my heart in Little Rock.