Miss Goodie Two Shoes
Hey Miss Goodie Two Shoes
You got me singing the blues
Everyone’s hiding – that’s the news
Listen – I’ll give you some clues
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You say you’re whiter than white
And that you know wrong from right
And oh no you’ve never sinned
Oh honey, where have you been?
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There’s some people on the street
That you sure don’t wanna meet
You would not believe what they do
But honey believe me it’s true
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Some shoot, some steal / some loot, some deal
Some need, some greed / some hurt, some bleed
Some abuse, some misuse / some inject and some infect
Some are high and some are low / some may cry but never know
And if you don’t mind your head you might even drop dead
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You were always well protected
And you did what they expected
You never had to ask for or to crave
And of course you’d never misbehave
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While you lived behind those walls
With those restaurants and malls
Where all the better people go
Well honey, what did you know?
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Well, those people at the bar
They sure know how things are
But they don’t really give a damn
Don’t you know they think you’re one of them?
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Well, some give, some take / some live, some fake
Some love, some kill / some won’t, but some will
Some protest, some invest / some donate and some debate
Some aim high, some aim low but some may die and some don’t know
You don’t need a weatherman to know where the winds blow
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Well, your friends who lived next door
They don’t live there any more
They’ve left this place for good
They only did what anybody would
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You say you feel so all alone
Now that your staff have left your home
And there’s no-one left to shine your shoes
Well, now it’s time to pay back all your dues
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Well, you used to disregard
All those misfits in your yard
But now you can’t afford it to ignore
There’s someone knocking hard at your backdoor
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Some stay, some leave / some play, some grieve
Some mourn, some teach / some learn, some preach
Some are lost and some are found / some are always tossed around
Some go up and some go down / some may swim, but some may drown
And if you don’t start to bend / you’ll soon reach your big end
Paul Robert Thomas
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