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Food-shops are for Mothers, play-parks are for Tots,
Buses are for Seniors but what about the rest? Who goes where? It’s simple. Knowing your place is easy. Check your birth certificate And act like people your age. Teenagers in shops? No way! They steal, cause damage. They’re outlaws. They’re irresponsible. They move in gangs and make a noise. Who goes where? It’s simple. Knowing your place is easy. Check your birth certificate And act like people your age. Lone adults in parks are Pervs. They’re silent, watching, creepy. Schoolchildren in parks are rough. They scare the tots and mothers. Who goes where? It’s simple. Knowing your place is easy. Check your birth certificate And act like people your age. Youths in streets are not wanted. They stand and talk. They laugh and walk. They’re lawless, violent, threatening. They’re us when we were young. They’re what we used to be … and what our kids become.
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