| You can’t tell me how to run my life down
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| And you can’t tell me how to keep my fitness sound
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| You can’t tell me what I’m doing wrong
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| When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song
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| You can’t tell me which way to go
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| Cause I’m six and seven and then some more
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| Like a dull knife that just can’t cut
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| Just talking a lot and saying nothing
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| And sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing
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| Don’t tell me how to do my thing
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| When you can’t do your own
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| Don’t you tell me how to feed my boy
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| When you know I’m grown
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| Don’t you tell me her dress
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| You can’t tell me how to run my mess
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| You’re like a dull knife that just ain’t cuttin'
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| You’re just talking a lot and saying nothing
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| And sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing here we go …
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| Shape up your bag, don’t worry 'bout mine
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| My thing is together and I’m doin' fine
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| Good luck to you, just allow that I’m wrong
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| Just keep on singing that same old funny song
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| Then just keep on singing that same old funny song
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| Just keep on singing that same old funny song…
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| Keep on singin', keep on singin' …n' |