I'm writing "young and gifted",
In my autobiography,
I figured, who would know,
Better than me?
I'm certainly the former,
But I'm *not* so much the latter,
But noone's gonna read it,
So I'm sure it doesn't matter.
When you find that you're the former,
Take pride in how you form.
When you find that you're the ladder,
Don't let those people walk under you-ooh.
I'm writing "sharp and adult",
With my finger on the steam,
On the mirror in my bathroom,
And I'm applying shaving cream.
Which would suggest that I'm the foamer
But how *can* I be the lather,
And something tells me,
It's the opposite I'd rather.
When you find that you're the foamer,
Be careful what you foam.
When you find that you're the lather,
Don't shave too high,
You'll regret it later,
La...La La La...La La La La
La...La La La...La La La La
I've stayed in school this long
But still no one will tell me why,
They figured who would know,
Better than I?
I know I'm a conformer,
But I'm *sure* it doesn't matter,
My new friends are all adults,
And my old friends all have scattered.
When you find you're a conformer,
Take pride and swallow whole.
If you're trying to climb the ladder,
Don't let people walk over you.
Because that's just what they'll do.
Don't let people walk over you.
Because that's just what they'll do.
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