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My dear old mother told me |
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"Oh, please beware of things |
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That promise untold profit |
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Or lots of fun and games |
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Watch out for city women |
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They'll bring you down, my son |
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They'll take you to the gutter |
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They'll steal you blind and run" |
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"Oh, please don't worry |
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My dear, dear old mother, don't worry |
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Your son's heart is pure |
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Yes, it's snow white and pure |
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Please don't worry" |
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Her tone was confidential |
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She said, "Oh, please beware |
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Of things that promise kicks |
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Anytime and anywhere |
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Just one last tender warnin' |
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They're low, those gamblin' men |
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They hide in every shadow |
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And wait for you, my friend" |
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"Oh, please don't worry |
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My dear, dear old mother, don't worry |
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Your son's heart is pure |
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Yes, it's snow white and pure |
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Please don't worry" |
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He lied about the women |
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About the gamblin', too |
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There's fun in the big city |
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And, Mom, there's room for you |
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"Oh, please don't worry |
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My dear, dear old mother, don't worry |
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Your son's heart is pure |
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Yes, it's snow white and pure |
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Please don't worry" |
