(J. Brown / B. Byrd)
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You can't tell me how to run my life down
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and you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound
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you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong
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when you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song
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you can't tell me which way to go
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cause i'm six and seven and then some more
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like a dull knife that just can't cut
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just talking a lot and saying nothing
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and sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing
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don't tell me how to do my thing
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when you can't do your own
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don't you tell me how to feed my boy
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when you know i'm grown
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don't you tell me her dress
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you can't tell me how to run my mess
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you're like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin'
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you're just talking a lot and saying nothing
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and sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing here we go ...
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shape up your bag, don't worry 'bout mine
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my thing is together and i'm doin' fine
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good luck to you, just allow that i'm wrong
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just keep on singing that same old funny song
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then just keep on singing that same old funny song
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just keep on singing that same old funny song...
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keep on singin', keep on singin' ...n'
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TALKIN' LOUD AND SAYIN' NOTHING
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