| Poor old Grandad
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| Laughed at all his words
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| Thought he was a bitter man
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| He spoke of women’s ways
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| «They trap you, use you
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| Before you even know
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| Love is blind, you’re far too kind
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| Don’t ever let it show»
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| I wish that I knew what I know now
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| When I was younger
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| I wish that I knew what I know now
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| When I was stronger
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| Can-can such a pretty show
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| Steal your heart away
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| But backstage back on Earth again
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| The dressing rooms are gray
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| They come on strong but it ain’t too long
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| They make you feel a man
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| Use you and soon you’ll find
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| You’re just a boy again
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| Wish that I knew what I know now
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| When I was younger
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| Wish that I knew what I know now
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| When I was stronger
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| When you want a kiss, you get her cheek
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| Makes you wonder where you are
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| If you want some more but she’s fast asleep
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| And she’s twinkling with the stars
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| Poor old grandson, there’s nothing I can say
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| You’ll have to learn, just like me
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| And that’s the hardest way
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| Wish that I knew what I know now
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| When I was younger
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| Wish that I knew what I know now
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| When I was stronger
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| That I knew what I know now
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| When I was younger
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| I wish that I knew what I know now
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| When I was stronger
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| Ooh-la-la-la-la |