| Well, now I found me a girl, it’s a wonderful thing
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| I’m a-wearin' this smile, she’s a-wearin' my ring
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| She’s like a talisman, some kind of mystical pearl
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| She’s my dark angel, my blue-eyed girl
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| Well, it could have gone wrong, and maybe even right
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| There’s some kind of things a man can’t fight
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| Amongst her shores, I’m all swept away
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| I ask her «what's your name», she said «call me Miss Night and Day»
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| That girl can roll with me now, roll till the break of day
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| She can roll like she wanna, any ol' kind of way
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| When she go rockin' round the clock, I call her Little Miss Night and Day
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| Sometimes she will, sometimes she won’t
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| About the time she should, that’s the time she don’t
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| She’s like the moon, never ever stay one way
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| She got the rhythm and the blues, you got to love Miss Night and Day
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| Well, it might come heads, might be tails
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| But you go acting the fool, she’ll run you off of the rails
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| And then she smiles in that mischievous way
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| That’s when I call her my flame, her name is Little Miss Night and Day
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| Well, she’s cool under fire, she can cover and duck
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| You think you got her in range, oh well, good luck
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| She’s my shotgun lover on that long highway
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| She keeps her eye on the street kids, they call her Miss Night and Day
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| She can roll with you, buddy, she can roll with you, girl
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| And roll it on down the line
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| If she’s not battin' a thousand, she’s hittin' nine-ninety-nine
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| She’s a mean mistreater, and my dungaree doll
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| She’s a gone little queenie, and that ain’t all
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| She puts the top down, we’re on the town, drivin' them blues away
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| Locked down and loaded, Miss Night and Day
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| You better roll with me, girl, you better roll with me, honey
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| You better roll with me, child, come on and roll with now
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| She keep me rockin' round the world, my Little Miss Night and Day |