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I was climbing into a barrelI remembered Little Nancy's voice say"promise me you'll take me to the big wheelOn the night of your next payday"I'll put her on by shouldersBeat the height restrictionI'll let her do the talkingBury my poor dictionA box of paints and an easelA record player and a needleLittle NancyI was loosening the canvas for toClimb up the riggingAnd I remembered Little Nancy on the beachNecklace lost and diggingI'll tie a ribbon to the railingsMark the exact locationI'll win her a goldfish in a bag like aComic book illustrationA matador flag that was a trade-inFor a quarter-size violinLetras de cancionesWe parted company amicablyLittle NancyWherever you go, I'll follow youLet not this time be wasted on worrying From Letras Mania