| By diane hilderbrand and jack keller
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| She knows her mind all right, your auntie grizelda,
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| She says she knows my kind, she might, maybe so.
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| Oh, yeah, shes raised you right, your auntie grizelda,
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| You only know the things she wants you to know.
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| I know shes having a fit,
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| She doesnt like me a bit,
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| No bird of grace ever lit on auntie grizelda.
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| You cant begrudge her style, your auntie grizelda,
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| She couldnt budge a smile and do it for free.
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| So righteous making fudge, your auntie grizelda,
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| So proper judging others over her tea.
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| You look just like her you do,
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| I know by looking at you,
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| That youve been listening to your auntie grizelda.
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| Oh, no, dont look at me like auntie grizelda
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| It takes much more to be someone of your own.
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| Youve got to make it free from auntie grizelda
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| Or just like her youll have to make it alone.
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| I know shes having a fit,
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| She doesnt like me a bit,
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| No bird of grace ever lit on auntie grizelda.
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| Auntie grizelda, auntie grizelda |