Thank goodness you re such a plain child You ll have to rely on your wits So went the words of Grandma Bebe And for all of my growing up years, I scoffed at the beauty of my sister and what I saw as her meaningless existence But my wits hadn t served me well in this instance, for here I was, in jail And while I could have seen it as carrying on the family tradition Thank goodness you re such a plain child You ll have to rely on your wits So went the words of Grandma Bebe And for all of my growin...
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