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You can't tell me how to run my life down |
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And you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound |
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You can't tell me what i'm doing wrong |
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When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song |
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You can't tell me which way to go |
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Cause i'm six and seven and then some more |
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Like a dull knife that just can't cut |
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Just talking a lot and saying nothing |
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And sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing |
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Don't tell me how to do my thing |
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When you can't do your own |
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Don't you tell me how to feed my boy |
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When you know i'm grown |
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Don't you tell me her dress |
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You can't tell me how to run my mess |
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You're like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin' |
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You're just talking a lot and saying nothing |
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And sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing here we go ... |
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Shape up your bag, don't worry 'bout mine |
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My thing is together and i'm doin' fine |
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Good luck to you, just allow that i'm wrong |
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Just keep on singing that same old funny song |
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Then just keep on singing that same old funny song |
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Just keep on singing that same old funny song... |
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Keep on singin', keep on singin' ...n' |