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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