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I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is greenAnd whip smart as the english channel's wideAnd I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattressAnd his watch on any hand between his thighsAnd I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower till I write my whole life's story on the back of his big brown eyesWhen they do the double dutch, that's them dancingWhen they do the double dutch, that's them dancingI'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheapAnd games are just another way of lifeAnd I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakesBecause for every truth there are half a million liesAnd I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower till he learns to let his hair downFar enough to climb outsideWhen they do the double dutch, that's them dancingWhen they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is greenAnd whip smart as the english channel's wideAnd I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattressAnd his watch on any hand between his thighsAnd I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower till I write my whole life's story on the back of his big brown eyesWhen they do the double dutch, that's them dancingWhen they do the double dutch, that's them dancingI'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheapAnd games are just another way of lifeAnd I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakesBecause for every truth there are half a million liesAnd I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower till he learns to let his hair downFar enough to climb outsideWhen they do the double dutch, that's them dancingWhen they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
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