My advices you do not listen, it falls on deaf ears
I advised you on your hair, but yet you grow it long
I advised you on your dress, yet you wear it short,
I advised you on your shoes, yet you walk tall on you heels
I advised you on your walk, yet you dance when you walk
I advised you on your talk, yet you still talk gibberish
I advised you on your studies, yet you forge my sign
I advised you on your friends, yet you keep getting calls from them
I advised you on your dates, yet you make the same mistakes
I advised you on your habits, yet you chew on your finger nails
You remind me of my youth, when my father advised me
And yet I never changed for the better or worse.
Now I realize that giving advice is like castor oil,
very easy to give, but very hard to take.
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