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Whip-Smart
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I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green
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And whip-smart as the English Channel's wide
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And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress
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And his watch on any hand between his thighs
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And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
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'Til I write my whole life story on the back of his big brown eyes
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When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing (x 4)
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And I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap
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And games are just another way of life
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And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes because
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For every truth, there are half a million lies
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And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
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'Til he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside
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When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing (x 4)
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Whip-Smart
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| Liz Phair |
