My Little Friend

(Words & music by Shirl Milete)

My warped and worried mind resorts
To wandering off to ponder things I never talk about
A pretty girl I used to know but wouldn’t know if we met
face to face
And defying every logic known
I’m wishing the time machine could take me back again
To the wonder of my first love, the old folks tease me ‘bout
Referring to her only as my little friend

Somewhere far away and maybe not so far away
The child has grown into a woman of the world
I assume just knowing that she knew so much of life at such
a tender age
I learned from her the whispered things the big boys at the
pool hall talk about
The thrill and disappointment, fear and shame that first
love brings
But oh, how I thought I loved my little friend

The fragrance of the green grass mingled with the scent of
love and womanhood.
The moonlight night I kissed and cried and swore I’d never
touch another girl
But time moved fast and I moved on and I loved others time
and time again
But with each time I thought of her and always gave a little
more
a symbol of remembrance for my little friend.
Oh-oh-oh a symbol of the rememberance for my little friend
Oh-oh-oh a symbol of the rememberance for my little friend
Oh-oh-oh a symbol of the rememberance for my little friend