| I don’t know how I’m gonna tell you, I can’t play with you no more,
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| I don’t know how I’m gonna do what mama told me, My friend, the boy next door.
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| I can’t believe what people saying, You’re gonna let your hair hang down,
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| I’m satisfied to sit here working all day long, You’re in the darker side of town.
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| And when I’m out I see you walking, Why don’t your eyes see me,
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| Could it be you’ve found another game to play, What did mama say to me.
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| That’s The Way, Oh, That’s The Way it ought to be,
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| Yeah, yeah, mama say That’s The Way it ought to stay.
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| And yesterday I saw you standing by the river,
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| And weren’t those tears that filled your eyes,
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| And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying,
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| Had they got you hypnotized?
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| And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
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| But all that lives is born to die.
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| And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
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| And all you do is stand and cry.
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| I don’t know what to say about it,
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| When all your ears have turned away,
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| But now’s the time to look and look again at what you see,
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| Is that the way it ought to stay?
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| That’s the way… That’s the way it oughtta be Oh don’t you know now, Mama said. |
| that’s the way it’s gonna stay, yeah |