Let's Play Grownup Songtext
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You used to play grown-up in
your mother's old dress
Now you sit and wonder how your
life became a mess
And some day you'll get used to it
Poor little dreamer with a naughty force of will
You misbehave, son, better getcha on that pill
And some day you'll get used to it
Just wait
your mother's old dress
Now you sit and wonder how your
life became a mess
And some day you'll get used to it
Poor little dreamer with a naughty force of will
You misbehave, son, better getcha on that pill
And some day you'll get used to it
Just wait
It's fun to pretend
Then again, what a drag getting old
Pour out your memories from a bottle of gin
Wake in the morning feelin' miserable again
And some day you'll get used to it
Just wait. You'll get used to it
Then again, what a drag getting old
Pour out your memories from a bottle of gin
Wake in the morning feelin' miserable again
And some day you'll get used to it
Just wait. You'll get used to it
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