Little Maggie

Well, understand little Maggie
With the in her hair
She's drinking away her troubles
I mean kind of some other man

Oh, how can I ever stand it
To see in clear blue eyes
A shining moonlight
Like two in the sky

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Ah-ah-oh-oh-oh!

Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty women were made for loving
Little Maggie was made for mine

The last time I saw little Maggie
She was sitting on the bend feet
Well the all around her
In a on her knee

Go away, go away, little Maggie
Go away, do the best you can
And give me another woman
You can give you another man

Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!