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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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