Two little girls had beautiful curls Each had a two-wheeled bike, Daily they rode out on the road Crazy as you like. One of the pair then flew through the air Fell on her little head, Wiping her eye she started to cry When her young sister said... Don't you think I just love you crying, There's no room on my bike for two. Stay down there Jill, and keep on crying There's no way I can share with you. When we grow up we'll both be nurses And our hair will have lost their curls, And I wonder if we'll remember When we were two little girls. Years pa**ed by, each heaved a sigh, Neither could find employ. Both bought a car, went to a bar Trying to find a boy. One winter's night, one girl had a fright
Crashed in a ditch in snow. Started to cry and thought she would die, Then heard a voice she'd know... Don't you think I just love you crying I recall what you said before. You're all right Jean, not really dying, You can now get up off the floor. I shall call out the rescue service And we'll soon find out what unfurls. But I hope now that you remember When we were two little girls. Don't you think I just love you crying I recall what you said before. You're all right Jean, not really dying, You can now get up off the floor. I shall call out the rescue service And we'll soon find out what unfurls. But I hope now that you remember When we were two little girls.