| 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 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 I always go alone
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| I guess that 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 |