| I got my dunce’s cap and cardboard sword
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| And I’m droolin' as you talk to me
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| You say I should be in a mental ward
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| That might seem like home to me
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| 'Cause I don’t get it, I don’t understand
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| And I think love’s overrated
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| Why can’t a woman be more like a man
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| Instead of complicated
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| Yeah, It takes a village idiot
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| Ooh, it takes the class clown
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| And his whole crew
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| There’s one idiot
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| In this village, girl
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| I guess it isn’t you
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| You wanna be listened to
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| And held and told
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| The things that really matter
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| But it’s so subtle I just can’t grasp hold
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| And all I know is idle chatter
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| You say it’s simple but I’m simple, too
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| And I don’t tell you this with pride
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| But when I put together two and two
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| I keep comin' up with five
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| Yeah, it takes a village idiot
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| To get things wrong
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| It takes the class clown
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| And his whole crew
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| There’s one idiot
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| In this village girl
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| And I don’t think is you
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| Do better than your best
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| This is not a test
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| That’s what you keep tellin' me
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| Stop and think a bit
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| Only an idiot would
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| Look at a forest
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| And just see a tree
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| It takes the class clown
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| And his whole crew
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| Ooh, yeah, it takes a village idiot
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| There’s one idiot
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| In this village girl
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| I guess it isn’t you
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| I guess it isn’t you
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| I guess it isn’t you, ooh |