Working in a bridal shop in Flushing Queens
′Till her boyfriend kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes
What was she to do, where was she to go
She was out on her Danny
So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield's door
She was there selling make up but the Father saw more
She had style, she had flair, she was there
That′s how she became the nanny
Who would have guessed that girl we described
Was just exactly what the doctor prescribed?
Now the father founds her beguiling, watch out C. C
And the kids actually smiling, such joei de vivre
She's the lady in red when everybody else wearing tan
The flashy girl from Flushing...
Writer(s): Ann Callaway
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