Her name is Bridget.
I think I like her best of all
She's not a midget
But she's not what you
Might call tall, she's small
And I would so like to meet her.

I'm watching Bridget
Sitting there puffing her Pall Mall.
She starts to fidget
Sitting alone in the dance hall,
I'll call her over, I'd like to meet her.

Bridget's the kind of a girl
That I've been dreaming of
She is the kind of a girl that I
Could learn to love
And love to learn.
All heads turn 'cause I'm

Talking with Bridget
I learn she was with the circus.
No, not a midget
She played a rusty old pan flute.
She's cute. I think I will buy her a drink.

Bridget's the kind of a girl that I've
Been dreaming of.
She's the kind of a girl that
I could learn to love
And love to learn
All heads turn.


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