| Although I don’t really know how to handle ya
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| I will have nobody kicking no sand in ya face
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| Not even a trace of bland in ya
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| Teenage and it’s a trouble understanding ya
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| You got plenty of energy and stamina
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| Forgot all the little tricks I tried to cram in ya
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| There’s a bit of, 'I don’t give a damn' in ya, ha
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| And that’s your old man in ya
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| Stand in your way, never or ever abandon ya
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| And on the day people say what they can’t stand in ya
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| Don’t let your ego get out of hand on ya
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| It ain’t a good look when crook-karma land on ya
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| Balance yourself, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in you
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| The I will and I can in you
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| Execute the grand plan in you
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| I’m your daddy and happy to see the man in ya
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| Might know too much but I’m no soft touch
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| Brought you up, to recognize lies as such
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| I need no crutch, child hood was arduous
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| And if there is a God I’m sure He would pardon us
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| Must be working hard in us
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| Not to harden us
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| Ten, that you really wanna be
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| Twenty, exactly what you see is on telly
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| Eleven, you can’t tell him anything
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| That he don’t know already
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| Twelve, they get together steady
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| Explore the first keeping up with the many
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| Thirteen, none of them are ready
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| Living on old raised broke not a penny
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| Fourteen, baby in the belly
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| She’s all done a runner another no daddy
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| Fifteen, nanny and she loves it dearly
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| Head strong proving all along but wary
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| Sixteen, scale we were quite contrary
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| This is how the garden grows
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| This is how the garden grows
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| Children, you still own the power
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| To turn this into your finest hour
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| Now a young ma mum that mistake
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| Can make a contribution why don’t we wait and see
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| Give back the mothers their dignity
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| And the fathers who roam free a lesson in humility
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| This society needs to learn empathy
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| It happened to you, it could happen to me
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| It happened to you, it could happen to me
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| It happened to you, it could happen to me
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| It happened to you, it could happen to me
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| Birds and bees without flowers
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| Girls be strong, boys don’t cower
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| Stand by your seat, scream and shower
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| Oh, how the sweet can turn sour
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| Birds and bees without flowers
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| Girls be strong, boys don’t cower
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| Stand by your seat, scream and shower
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| Oh, how the sweet can turn sour |