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People want me to
Give it up
Let it go
Throw it away
It's stuff you know.

People want me to
Do it their way
Not have a say
Throw it away
It's freedom you know.

People want me
To shut up
Close the flap
It's all cr@p
Those memories that ride
It's the place I like to hide.

People want me to
Be better
Tighter sweater
It's their kind of weather.

People want me to
Be a friend
Settle down
Be around those who don't know
It's the place I'm going to go.

People want me to be old
Polyester it will fester
Wearing that
Not for this brat
It's devil's dress
Maybe, I'd guess
It's not the clothes I'm going to wear.

People want me to be young
Have some fun
Have them come
Dance around
Get down
To the sound of another drummer
So all this stuff is a bummer.

3/6/2014 1934  cj

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