Well I guess this song
Is a mixture
Of my mother's wit
And my father's temper
Well you got your daddy's skin
Me, well I got nothing
But a pair of ugly feet
That I'm behind in, yeah
That I'm behind in
And everything I do
I'm a spitting image of you
And everything I do
I remind myself of you, yeah
I remind myself of you
One day my father will get his temper under control
By then he'll be old and it won't matter any more
It's gonna be so hard watching him grow old
Oh but if I can't, well then honey we can't
Move back to Seattle
'Cuz I'll have to take care of him
Everything I do
I'm a spitting image of you
And everything I do
I remind myself of you, yeah
I remind
Everything I do (Everything I do)
I'm a spitting image of you (I'm a spitting image of you)
Yeah, and everything I do (Yeah, and everything I do)
I remind myself of you (I remind myself of you)
Yeah (yeah)
Everything I do (Everything I do)
I'm a spitting image of you (I'm a spitting image of you)
Everything I do (Everything I do)
I remind myself of you (I remind myself of you)
Yeah (Yeah, myself of you)
I remind myself of you
Dad, I know I love you
I know I love you
I do
Oh dad, I know I love you
I really love you
I do
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