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My Thing Is My Own - Ann Wilson/Nancy Wilson
A sweet scented courtier did give me a kiss
And promised me mountains if I would be his
But I'll not believe him for it is too true
Courtiers promise much more than they do
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses can do as they will
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses may do as they will
A master of music came with intent
To give me a lesson on my instrument
I thanked him for nothing and bid him be gone
For my little fiddle must not be played on
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses can do as they will
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses can do as they will
A blunt lieutenant suprised my blanket
And fiercely began to rifle and sack it
I mustered my spirits up and became bold
And forc'd my lieutenant to quit his strong hold
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses can do what they will
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses can do what they will
Well I hear could brag of a hundred or more
Besides all the gansters recited before
Who made their addresses in hopes of a snap
But young as I was I understood that
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do as they will
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses can do as they will
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses can do as they will
My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still
Other young lasses can do as they will
