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Little boys and little girls dream of big, big things |
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They're taught at a tender age just what life should bring |
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Get a job, say, ' |
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I do' and settle yourself down |
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But what about those of us whose lives are still spinnin' around |
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Tell me what's so great about picket fences |
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Paintin' them's such a mess |
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And a big back yard where kids can play |
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I'd probably never get a moment's rest |
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And settin' the table for five at five |
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Only means more dishes to load |
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What's so great about picket fences |
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I guess I'll never know |
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Here I am in my prime, at least they tell me so |
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And if I go to sleep at night, |
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I always go alone |
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I guess that |
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I could have it all and someone by my side |
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But I can't take the give and take, the price is just too high |
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Tell me what's so great about picket fences |
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Paintin' them's such a mess |
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And a big back yard where kids can play |
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I'd probably never get a moment's rest |
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And settin' the table for five at five |
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Only means more dishes to load |
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What's so great about picket fences |
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I guess I'll never know |
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Tell me what's so great about picket fences |
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I guess I'll never know |
