| They said when I was younger
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| I had some kind of sickness
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| See how I have weathered
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| You tell me if I’m better
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| If my mother had her way, her
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| Her son would be a preacher
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| You looking for redemption
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| We’re bringing that old fashioned healing
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| You won’t like me
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| It’s not like me
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| Boys will be boys who like boys who dress like girls
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| And that’s alright
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| We’re hanging with the boys that look like girls tonight
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| Girls will be girls who like girls who dress like boys
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| And start a fight
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| We’re hanging with the girls that look like boys, all right
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| You won’t like me
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| It’s not like me
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| If my mother had her way, her
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| Her son would be a preacher
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| You looking for redemption
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| I bring that old fashioned healing
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| I don’t care if you’re a Christian
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| Or a Hare Krishna
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| Who gave you the right to judge another’s lover?
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| Now’s the time for changing
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| So keep the hate from creeping in
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| Cause the bed that you’re building
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| Is the one you gotta sleep in
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| You won’t like me
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| (Come on, come on)
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| It’s not like me
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| Boys will be boys who like boys who dress like girls
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| And that’s alright
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| We’re hanging with the boys that look like girls tonight
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| Girls will be girls who like girls who dress like boys
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| And start a fight
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| We’re hanging with the girls that look like boys, all right
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| Don’t make me put 'em up
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| Don’t make me put 'em up |