| Your hair hangs in golden steps
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| You’re a bonafide in every respect
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| You are walking through streets that mean nothing to you
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| You believe you’re above it and I don’t really blame you
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| Maybe that’s why you speak like a child
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| The things you’re saying like «I'm so free and so wild»
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| And I believe it when you look in my eyes
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| You offer me a life, and never lies
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| Least only the kind to make me smile
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| Your clothes are clean and your mind is productive
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| It shops in store where only the best buy
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| You’re cool and hard, and if I sound like a lecher
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| It’s probably true
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| But at least there’s no lecture
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| I really like it when you speak like a child
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| The crazy sayings like «I'm so free and so wild»
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| You have to make a bargain with me now
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| A promise that you won’t change somehow
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| No way, now how
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| Spent all day thinking about you
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| Spent all night coming to terms with it
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| Time and conditions are built to tame
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| Nothing lasts with age, so people say
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| But I will always try to feel the same
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| I really like it when you speak like a child
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| I really like it when you speak like a child
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| The way you hate the homely rank and the file
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| The way you’re so proud to be oh, so free and so wild
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| I really like it when you speak like a child
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| I really like it when you speak like a child
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| I really like it when you speak like a child
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| The way you’re so proud to be oh, so free and so wild |