There are times when a loving parent
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Can spoil their child with earthly things
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A heartfelt gift of a mom's endearment
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Placed at the feet of her little king
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But the king, in a tantrum
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Demands more for his enter sanctum
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And he, by his highness
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Makes his request with little shyness
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A man is the sum of what's he's done
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Not that which he has owned
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And his friends will grow from toil
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And from the seeds that he's sown
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But his friends will fall away
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If he's got self intent
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And alone he'll rule a thrown
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With no empowerment
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Forever a skinflynt
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In a lifelong scheme of obtaining more
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And more and more he's lost one thing
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You must give some to take a little
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Or a stench of greed is all you'll bring
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And the stench is an odor
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That can't be cleansed from a greed promoter
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And married, a reputation of self-indulgent infatuation
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Skinflynt
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Teen Idols |