Well I was born on a Tuesday
On a sixties, springtime morn
By the weekend I learned to handle myself
I could talk and I could crawl
But now she thinks I need assistance
Because I just can't manage alone
She says she's got ways of making me smile
But I've got a few of my own

I was raised on self-reliance
And how to make the perfect steal
By sixteen I made my first million
In a smart ass, whiz-kid deal
But now she says I'm no survivor
When she calls me on the phone
She says she's got ways of making me smile
But I've got a few of my own

Well I've followed my own religion
That is how I've become so strong
There is only one God I will answer to
And he's singing you this song
But now she says I need a saviour
In her old self-righteous tone
She says she's got ways of making me smile
But I've got a few of my own
She says she's got ways of making me smile
But I've got a few of my own

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(Copyright Jules Benjamin)

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