| Listen, listen, listen, listen
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| Listen
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| Well it’s hard out there for a man
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| Yeah, it’s cold out on the streets
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| But the world is my buffet child
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| And I’m just looking to eat
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| I ain’t got no attention, I ain’t tryin' to compete
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| But the world is my buffet child
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| And I’m just looking to eat
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| Feed the babies
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| Gotta feed the babies
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| So come on brothers and sisters
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| It’s the same path you walk
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| Come on mothers and fathers
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| Teach the babies to talk
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| Come on brothers and sisters
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| It starts with a song
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| Come on mothers and fathers
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| Stand up for your cause
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| Teach the babies to love
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| Gotta teach the babies to love
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| Well it’s hard out there for a lady
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| Sometimes the grass is way too deep
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| Now women become mothers so our babies get to eat
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| What you call the struggle and the cycle is complete
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| What you call the struggle when we’re all just looking to eat
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| So come on brothers and sisters
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| It’s the same path you walk
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| Come on mothers and fathers
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| Teach the babies to talk
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| Come on brothers and sisters
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| It starts with a song
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| Come on mothers and fathers
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| Stand up for your cause
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| Teach the babies to love
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| Gotta teach the babies to love
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| Oh listen, girls
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| Listen girls… |