A Little Girl from Little Rock - Marilyn Monroe

Way up in the north in old Tyrone There's a pretty little girl I call my own The sweetest Rose Ireland's ever grown And sure as the moon and stars above I'm falling head over heels in love With a pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. There's cute little girls in old Strabane They're just as pretty in Monaghan This to every roving eye is known But I guess that I'd be out of bounds 'Cos there between the northern towns There's a pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. She wears my ring and tells her friends She going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be, oh lucky me. Well I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. --- Instrumental --- T'was down in south in old Tramore I recall the yellow dress she wore Around along the shore there all alone I guess it was your lucky day When she went there on a holiday The pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. She wears my ring and tells her friends She going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be, oh lucky me Well, I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. She wears my ring and tells her friends She going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be, oh lucky me Well, I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone...

Way up in the North in old Tyrone There's a pretty little girl I call my own She's the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown And sure as the moon and stars above I'm falling head over heels in love With a pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone There's cute little girls in old Strabane They're just as pretty in Monaghan This to every roving eye is known But I guess that I'd be out of bounds 'Cause there between the northern towns There's a pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone She wears my ring and tells her friends She's going to marry me Best of all, she tells them all She's happy as can be Oh lucky me Well, I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see My pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone T'was down in south in old Tramore I recall the yellow dress she wore She strolled along the shore there all alone But I guess it was my lucky day When she came there on holiday My pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone She wears my ring and tells her friends She's going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be Oh lucky me Well, I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see My pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone My pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone

Was that the flicker of a little girl? (Some moments our story is meaningless.) When you just want to feel safe, you just want to be loved And you know there's no better place than this Maybe I could prove myself wrong, Maybe things fall together than pull apart 'Seen you when you were fourteen coming home from school (It's so easy to be beautiful when you're young.) I still see that light that is shining through those tired eyes Could those eyes see what was coming then? And we all want what we can't afford And we all get what we deserve Too many deaths and betrayals, too many lies (Makes it hard to trust the moment you're in.) Too many teardrops that you hold inside (They were always gonna pour over me someday.) Maybe I could prove myself wrong, Held on to something I thought I never could 'Never carelessly mislaid I always knew just where it was Was that the flicker of a little girl? (Some moments our story is meaningless.)

Steadfast forecast this was always meant to be Sent down by the angels Heartbreak can't fade all the plans that were made By a baby in a manger Bright light so bright it was shining like a north star Answer to a prayer How could I have known, that you would come along When I was a little girl I wondered who I'd give all my love to I asked Santa who he'd recommend It's hard to believe I was so innocent As a little girl looking at the world Didn't know that love could break me I was lying in my tears on the ground Couldn't see where God would take me Here I am now looking at you Got me thinking that love could save me How could I have known, that you would come along When I was a little girl I wondered who I'd give all my love to I asked Santa who he'd recommend It's hard to believe I was so innocent When I was a little girl I had love at the top of my wish list All my dreams were so unlimited It's hard to believe I was so innocent Why do you feel so much like home to me (Home to me) Why do you feel so much like home to me When I was a little girl I wondered who I'd give all my love to I asked Santa who he'd recommend It's hard to believe I was so innocent When I was a little girl I had love at the top of my wish list All my dreams were so unlimited It's hard to believe I was so innocent Why do you feel so much like home to me

Hello! (Here we go!) No sorry, not tonight (That was quick!). Shhh! Yes? (Jim? Jack? Jeffrey?) No, it's just that I'm languid. (Well, how do you do? It's nice to know ya). Physically I'm in pretty good shape (Brother, you could say that again!) It's my attitude that's passive, You know you're the only one I love (That's all, he's hooked). Bye now (Bye now) Hello (Where are we again?) No sorry, not tonight (She's languid). Shhh! Quiet! (Bill, Bobby, Bruce?) No, it's just that I'm supine (That's avoided-I know). Physically I'm in pretty good shape (See? she did say it again). But mentally I'm comatose (Quick boy, the dictionary!) You know you're the only one I love! (New fish, same hook) Bye now (Bye now). (She won't get up, she won't go out, baby! what's it all about? Why, why, why, why, why?!) Well, in simple english I'm lazy, I wanna be lazy, I long to be out in the sun, with no work to be done. Under that awning they call the sky, Stretching and yawning, and let the world go drifting by, I wouldn't peep through the deep tangled wildwood, counting sheep, 'Till I sleep like a child would, With a great big valise full of books to read, where it's peaceful. While I'm killin' time, being lazy. Wrong number, wrong number. Oh Sam, you're sweet! With a great big valise full of books to read, where it's peaceful. While I'm killin' time, being lazy!