Timmy is only ten years old,
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made his mind up long ago,
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i won't grow to be old,
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eleven will suit me fine.
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So he stopped eating peas,
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stopped eating broccoli,
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he won't eat anything
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to help him build big strong bones.
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So in his bed he'll lay,
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he'll f. his hands to say,
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one two three four five six seven
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seven eight nine ten eleven
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when i get to eleven i don't wanna grow no more
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another kids would ask of tim
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really what was wrong with him
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he would not answer them
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tim would only walk away
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it's not that tim was bad
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or twelve would make him mad
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just that eleven was the best number to be
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a million times he's told
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other kids are getting old
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one two three four five six seven
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seven eight nine ten eleven
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when i get to eleven i don't wanna grow no more
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and eight nine ten at eleven i'll stop
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i don't want to grow up
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when i get to eleven i don't wanna grow no more
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the day had finally come
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the zero turned to one
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he blew his candles on a chocolate birthday pie
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but tim was kind of sad
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so he told mom and dad
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twelve doesn't seem so bad
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i think i'll give it a try
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that night when he would sing
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he changed a couple things
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one two three four five six seven
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seven eight nine ten eleven
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when i get to eleven i'm gonna grow some more
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and eight nine ten at eleven don't stop
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i want to grow up
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when i get to eleven i'm gonna grow some more
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When I Get To Eleven
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| The New Amsterdams |
