Let me tell you
a little story
about a boy named Bill
Didn't own no shoelaces,
Couldn't tie them
even if he did.
Didn't have a dime
to save his name
But his momma loved him
just the same
'Listen child,
if you wanna ride that bike
in the middle of the living room
you best go on up stairs
and change your coat.'
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