| Oh girl you think you got time
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| You’re gonna get 'round to it way down the line
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| But one step, two step, you fall behind
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| So you better have a good plan
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| Oh girl you think you got time
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| You’re gonna get 'round to it way down the line
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| But I’m telling you no matter what you have in mind
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| You’re still gonna need a man
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| Take it from your grandmother I’ve been 'round
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| No one’s gonna take care of you
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| In that world you’ve got yourself into
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| All the good boys, oh baby they’re in grad school
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| Oh girl your story’s all wrong
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| Your dream’ll be a nightmare before too long
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| Turning thirty and still trying to sing your songs
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| Come on who do you think you are
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| Oh girl it’s too heavy a load
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| Your mama and your baba they are worried souls
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| How you gonna raise a family when you’re on the road
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| With some tattooed boy with a guitar
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| Take it from your grandmother I’ve been 'round
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| This music career isn’t real life
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| It won’t see you through to when you’re sixty-five
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| When the tide turns you won’t survive
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| You’ll sit on the banks and cry
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| Oh girl you’ve never known war
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| When they come in the night and knock on the door
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| You can go from the high life to dirty poor
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| And lose everything you knew
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| But the one thing they can’t take away from you
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| Is your mind and the education you’ve been through
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| O you find a man who understands that too
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| Make sure that he stays true
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| Gives respect where its due
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| Make sure he knows what he’s got in you
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| Because a woman isn’t just for cooking meals
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| Scrubbing floors, making babies
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| A woman’s got ambitions same as he does
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| Maybe more
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| When the sirens wailed and the bombs fell
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| We ran from the schoolyard into hell
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| And what we could’ve been time will never tell
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| Cause we never had your chances
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| The advantages that you’ve been handed
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| Girl you’ll never know how hard it was
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| So you’ve got to do this for all of us
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| Take it from your grandmother I’ve been 'round |