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She built the whole thing on her own
Modeled after her own home
And when her friends asked how it's done
She was confused, a little stunned
"Really now, I'm not so blessed
It seems it's one thing, then the next
It seems it's one thing, then the next
That's all"
She worked herself into the night
It's the only way to get it right
Her mom said, "Dear, before you go
You'll wear yourself thin, don't you know?"
"Come on, Mom, I've had my rest
It seems it's one thing, then the next
It seems it's one thing, then the next
That's all"
The papers said it first
A girl her age could do much worse
Than to spend her time building something great
The papers said it best
A girl her age could use to rest
And most of us could use a little less
She was granted the MacArthur Genius Fellowship
The letter came with a gold paperclip
Her boy said, "It's unnatural
For such young loves to push and pull"
"Come on, boy, you're oversexed
It seems it's one thing, then the next
It seems it's one thing, then the next
Seems it's one thing, then the next
That's all"