Not exactly in the lap of luxury
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You were not quite of blue blood
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But you know you went to bed
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With a belly full of supper
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You were safe as a bug in a rug
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You were swaddled and jolly molly coddled
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Like a dolly and you mommy maybe gave a little shrug
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When you threw a temper tantrum
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For another piece of something
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That other kids only dream of
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Baby face baby face
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Looking for a season in hell
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Baby face baby face
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I hope you learn your lesson well
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Now you've chosen poverty
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You did it for the sake fo being hip
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Begging for a dollar
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Never doubting for a moment
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Your bohemian indignence
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And you wonder why the folks
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In your run down neighborhood
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Don't recognize you as a kindred soul
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'Cause they know you gotta a bed
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In a sunny sub-division
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Anytime you wanna run home
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Molly Coddled
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