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I was born smarter than most into this world of disarray I was told to listen to all the dumb shit people say But I dig wisdom from my own well And I never had a moment of doubt I worded a thesis at six years old That had the world all figured out, it goes Women - men, that's two kinds of trouble Enemies - friends, just two kinds of trouble I never walked a single step in nobody else's shoes And I never really talked to people 'Cause that's time you can't afford to lose Every word somebody spoke was the dumbest I ever heard I'll keep to stickin' to what I know And tell the truth about the world, it goes Cops - police, just two kinds of trouble Robbers - thieves, two kinds of trouble Boats - planes, just two kinds of trouble Norwegians and Danes, yeah, just two kinds of trouble That's two kinds of trouble That's two kinds of trouble That's two kinds of trouble Just two kinds of trouble Some say philosophy I say great, if you're unsure Just a bunch of circular reasoning Bordering on the obscure Others merely scratch the surface I can really penetrate I'll serve up a stew so simple and pure No room for debate 'cause I know Two kinds of trouble Just two kinds of trouble Work - play, two kinds of trouble Night - day, two kinds of trouble One thing, another thing, just two kinds of trouble Anything and everything, two kinds of trouble
Writer(s): Randy Fitzsimmons, Montgomery Fitzsimmons, Chip Fitzsimmons, Wilbur Fitzsimmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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