Lyrics

Bridget and Me

We go to the store
For a Sunday paper each Saturday.
Sometimes we get more--
What's life without pop and chips anyway?

Bridget and me.
Bridget and me.

She's cute to the core;
She does her hair different every day.
Her laugh I adore
When we go skipping down the alleyway.

Bridget and me.
Bridget and me.

We like to play store:
She sells me things but I don't have to pay.
She's a baby no more!
What's life without little girls anyway?

Bridget and me.
Bridget and me.

Words and music ©2003 by Jerry Schwartz