| Poor old granddad
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| I laughed at all his words
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| I thought he was a bitter man
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| He spoke of woman’s ways
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| They’ll trap you, then they use you
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| Before you even know
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| For love is blind and 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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| The can can’s such a pretty show
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| They’ll 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 and it ain’t too long
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| Before they make you feel a man
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| But love is blind and you soon will find
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| You’re just a boy again
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| When you want her lips, you get a cheek
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| Makes you wonder where you are
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| If you want some more and she’s fast asleep
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| Then she’s twinkling with the stars
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| Poor young 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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| Ooh la la, ooh la la la yeh
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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 |