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Too Much Too Late lyrics
Now you're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me
You done too much, much too young
Now you're married with a son
When you should be having fun with me
Ain't he cute? No, he ain't
Just another burden on the welfare state
You done too much, much too young
Now you're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me
Call me immature, call me a poser
I'll to spread manure in your bed of roses
Don't we wanna be rich, don't we wanna be famous
But I'd really hate to have the same name as you
You done too much, much too young
Now you're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me
You done too much, much too young
Now you're chained to the kitchen
Making currant buns for tea
Ain't you heard of the starving millions?
Ain't you heard of contraception?
Do you really wanna go with the sterilization?
Take control of the population boom
It's in your living room
Keep a generation gap
Try wearing a cap
Now you're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me
Part of these releases
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- Track 8 on Little Animals
- 7 Sleepwalker
- 9 New Day of the Dead
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