| Saw Cradle playin' in the schoolyard one day
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| Pretty young boy-I takes him home to play
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| Soon we was hangin'-Venice alleyway
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| Robbin' the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me
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| Rob and me lived on the same block
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| He’s kinny garden
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| I in knee socks
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| He goin' play doctor over by the docks
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| Robbin' the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me
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| Cradle’s still fresh in junior high
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| Rob ain’t so fresh at fourteen
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| Me, I was just the last word
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| Ooo have you heard the heresay
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| I was robbin' the cradle
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| No, it wasn’t that way
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| I 'member one day back in seventy-four
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| When Cradle’s mamma said it wasn’t cute no more
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| I was three years too old for them to ignore
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| She said I was robbin' the cradle
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| But it was Cradle Rob and me
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| We hung around about a year after that
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| 'Til Rob found another girl to put his hair in plaits
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| And I said, «Girl, don’t you worry me
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| And we’ll have none of that»
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| Robbin' the cradle-no-Cradle Rob and me
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| Crae’s semi fresh in college now
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| Rob ain’t so fresh at nineteen
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| Me, well I’m still the last word
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| Ooo have your heard the heresay
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| I was robbin' the cradle-no-it wasn’t that way
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| Robbin' the cradle |