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You've been goin' around talking |
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Sayin' he's young enough to be my son, uh huh |
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But you can't blame him |
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'Cause you left your job half-done, yes you did |
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Now you're tellin' everybody |
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That I rob a cradle |
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Oohh, what a cradle I robbed |
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So just get outa the way |
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And let a boy do a man-sized job |
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Oh yeah |
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Well when you had what he's got |
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You didn't know what to do with what you had |
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Oh no |
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So put the blame where it belongs, boy |
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I know you feel real bad, uh huh |
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But if the groove don't move |
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I'm not the kind to sit around and sulk, oh no |
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So just get out the way |
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And let a boy do a man-sized job |
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That's what you better do now |
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See, he's young enough, not to be old-fashioned |
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And old enough, not to be naive |
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He's young enough for a whole lot of action |
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And old enough to know how to please |
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Hey hey hey, yeah, alright |
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Why you're goin' around tellin' everybody |
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Just how you made me feel, uh huh |
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You see time is movin' on, boy |
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But you're the one standin' still |
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Oh yeah |
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Oh, you're tellin' everybody that I robbed a cradle |
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Oohh what a cradle I robbed |
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So just get outa the way |
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And let a boy do a man-sized job |
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Woah you can't take it, baby |
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Just get outa the way |
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And let a boy do a man-sized job |
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Woah you can't have it, baby |
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Just get outa the way |
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And let a boy do a man-sized job |
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It's just so much more, baby |
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So just get outa the way |
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And let a boy do a man-sized job |
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You know you can't handle it |
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