| well you look down your noses
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| when anyone’s having fun
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| i guess you can’t remember
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| what it’s like to be young
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| you got no fun-lovin' spirit left in you at all
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| just two young lovers here
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| tryin' to have a ball
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| it’s people like you
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| who think that heaven’s the place to be
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| but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong about me
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| well you’ve lied to your children
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| about what’s good and bad
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| and you falsify the truth
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| about all the fun that you’ve had
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| you always act so goody-goody
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| with your «thank you, dear» and «please»
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| but you’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong about me
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| in summation
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| just to bring this to a close
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| i bet you’ve done some things yourself
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| that nobody’s supposed to know
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| don’t forget who you’re talkin' to, dear
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| because everything you do i see
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| but you’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong about me
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| ten commandments, hell!
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| with me, there’s only one
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| each individual has the right
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| the fella next to you has none
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| you’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong about me |