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> When I'm an Old Lady...
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> When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my kids,
> and make their life happy and filled with such fun.
> I want to pay back all the joy they've provided,
> returning each deed. Oh, they'll be so excited.
> . . When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
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> I'll write on the wall with red, white, and blue;
> and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
> I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
> I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, they'll shout.
> . . When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
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> When they're on the phone and just out of reach,
> I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.
> Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,
> and when that is done I'll hide under the bed.
> . . When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
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> When they cook dinner and call me to meals,
> I'll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.
> I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
> and when they get angry, run fast as I'm able.
> . . When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
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> I'll sit close to the TV, thru the channels I'll click.
> I'll cross both my eyes to see if they stick.
> I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
> and play in the mud until the end of the day.
> . . When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
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> And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,
> and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes;
> and my kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
> and say with a groan, "she's so sweet when she's sleeping."
> . . when I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
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