I thought I knew ANd I could teach her What the world was All about I'd instruct her And protect her, And bring her inner angel out. But my plans all went haywire, My broken heart is left to pout 'Cuz our love just could not handle Getting Coffee Stains off Grout
I did n't know, cuz Mama never taught me, 'Bout peroxide or chlorine And when she learned about my failing Well it started quite a scene. So now my angel, she has fallen, She's left our home, to run about All because I couldn't tell her How to get coffee stains off Grout.
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