One time   You made me cry   Be proud that I   Remember      My chin is sore   The bruise is gone   But the spot is tender      Gave my hand a sister coy   To Cotton Alley where   You did enjoy   Your wicked games   You curious boy      Tied my laces up together   When I fell   You laughed   Until your belly was sore      In the brick laid aisle behind   The five and dime store      That's how   I made you blush   But doubt if you   Remember      Were my tears genuine   Or those of a skilled   Pretender      Nothing precious   Plain to see   Don't make a fuss over me   Not loud   Not soft   But somewhere in between   Say sorry   Let it be   The word you mean      I was a little pest who   Never took a hint   Could never   Take a hint      You pinched my fingers   In a door   Tossed my coloring book in a   Rusty barrel      Pulled spiders from my hair   Fingers in the door      My favorite blue blouse   Stained on the back   Running from a berry war      Can you hear me scream   In Cotton Alley   Scream in Cotton Alley   In Cotton Alley