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Poor old Granddad I laughed at all his words |
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I thought he was a bitter man |
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He spoke of women's ways |
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They'll trap you, then they use you before you even know |
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For love is blind and you're far too kind |
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Don't ever let it show |
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I wish that I knew what I know now |
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When I was younger. |
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I wish that I knew what I know now |
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When I was stronger. |
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The can-can such a pretty show will steal your heart away |
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But backstage back on earth again |
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The dressing rooms are grey |
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They come on strong and it ain't too long |
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For they make you feel a man |
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But love is blind and you soon will find |
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You're just a boy again |
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When you want her lips, you get her cheek |
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Makes you wonder where you are |
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If you want some more then she's fast asleep |
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You're just twinkling with the stars. |
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Poor young grandson, there's nothing I can say |
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You'll have to learn, just like me |
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And that's the hardest way, |
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I wish that I knew what I know now |
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When I was younger. |
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I wish that I knew what I know now |
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When I was stronger. |
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Ooh la la |
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Ooh la la, la la |
