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B-17 Bomber Girl Lookee lookee me I'm the B-17 Bomber girl Spent every day of fifteen Thinkin' I had the worst hips in the world Lookee Lookee she's Twiggy and she's wrapped up in curls She loathed every inch Longed for her curves to unfurl We spend our small bit of eternity Disagreeing away our best sasses Pleaing again like we're Teen-agers. Sweet angsty lasses.