| I’ve worn suits that didn’t suit me
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| Shook hands I wouldn’t shake
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| Turned screws that only screwed me
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| Took pills I wouldn’t take
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| It’s a hard one to swallow but I’m done trying to follow the path
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| From now on I’ll be choosin' based on what I feel
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| You can’t win for losin'
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| If you never must appeal
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| If the target is shootin' for ya, might as well give your pistols back
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| Please people, please people, please
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| You can’t please people, please people, please
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| You can beg so pretty from your knees
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| But you can’t please people, please people, please
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| You’ll draw blood from a trunip
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| Eat a bowl of rainbow stew
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| 'Fore you satisfy 'em all
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| With the way that you do you
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| Perfection is subjective, Debbie Downer ain’t your friend
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| So go on, have your fun
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| Don’t let nothin' break your smile
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| There will always be someone to criticize your style
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| Cuttin' other people down is a means to a miserable end
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| Please people, please people, please
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| You can’t please people, please people, please
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| You can beg so pretty from your knees
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| But you can’t please people, please people, please
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| Come on everybody listen to me
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| Please people, please please please
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| Even Jesus was preachin' on the mountainside
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| Tryna teach us about love, we went and crucified him
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| It only goes to show, someone’s always gotta take offence
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| Please people, please people, please
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| You can’t please people, please people, please
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| You can beg so pretty from your knees
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| But you can’t please people, please people, please
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| Why won’t everybody listen to me?
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| Please people, please please please |