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I am my father's son, so they sayI was born with the frame and last name that he give me that dayYou are your mother's girl, so they sayand she's placed all the traits on your face that you'll take to your graveI'm not like my father in the way that I carry myselfI stay on my case and he bothers with somebody elseand he was born with dark brown eyes,but his face looks just like mine (x2) From Letras Mania