Intuition
David Beresford Grant, Peter Michael Martin
As a boy, my family thought I'd be their ruin
But when I was bad, my mum knew what I was doing
While I'd try my best not to leave any clues
She would always find out
And she'd say that she used
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I'd play out after dark
And they would come and get me
I tried to cut the baby's hair
And they would not let me
When I stole all the apples that our neighbour grew
Someone must have told 'cause she knew
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Blamed it all on
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So many things I miss
The situations should just not exist
I don't mean to persist
But I know what must take all the blame for this
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Though I always try hard not to leave any clues
I am always found out, wish I knew how to use
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