Folding my clothes
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And I feel useless
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Don't think I know
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How to do this
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Once I was told
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But like any misfit
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I spit on some good advice
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Out in the cold
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And tryin' to make fire
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Two sticks and stone
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Still got no fire
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Once I was shown
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But I was inside then
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And spit on that good advice
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Wisdom, wisdom
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Where can I get some?
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Wisdom, wisdom
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On the payroll
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And digging up ditches
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Dollar is low
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So are my wages
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Once I was told
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Just how to get rich
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But I spit on that good advice
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Wisdom, wisdom
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Where can I get some?
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Wisdom, wisdom
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Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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Wisdom, wisdom
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Where can I get some?
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Wisdom, wisdom
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I wanna trade my dimwits in for tips
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Tips equipped with
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Wisdom, wisdom
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Take off my clothes
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And I feel useless
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Don't think I know
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How to do this
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Once I was told
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But I liked to fidget
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And miss out on good advice
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Wisdom
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| Mother Mother |
