Grandma died at fiftyeight Her best friend cried three hours straight She had eyes like a little girls... And by the way, who got the pearls? Another friend might intimate Her brother was ten years too late She had a heart like a little girls... And, by the way, who got the pearls? Friends and family gathered round From Michigan to the Puget Sound There MUST be someone in this world... And that someone knows who got the pearls... Grandma died at fiftyeight Her soul rose up through the real estate She had a smile like a little girls And by the way, who got the pearls?
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