By diane hilderbrand and jack keller
She knows her mind all right, your auntie grizelda,
She says she knows my kind, she might, maybe so.
Oh, yeah, she抯 raised you right, your auntie grizelda,
You only know the things she wants you to know.
I know she抯 having a fit,
She doesn抰 like me a bit,
No bird of grace ever lit on auntie grizelda.
You can抰 begrudge her style, your auntie grizelda,
She couldn抰 budge a smile and do it for free.
So righteous making fudge, your auntie grizelda,
So proper judging others over her tea.
You look just like her you do,
I know by looking at you,
That you抳e been listening to your auntie grizelda.
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Oh, no, don抰 look at me like auntie grizelda
It takes much more to be someone of your own.
You抳e got to make it free from auntie grizelda
Or just like her you抣l have to make it alone.
I know she抯 having a fit,
She doesn抰 like me a bit,
No bird of grace ever lit on auntie grizelda.
Auntie grizelda, auntie grizelda
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