Freshman year,
Mom asks "What do you want to do when you get out of here?"
I said, "Well, gee, I'm only 13, but I think I'd like to play
my guitar... be a star."
"Well," she said, "that's not it,you got time to go.
Good sense will kick in anytime, you know.
I'm not worried, I'm not worried."
Sophomore year,
she asked the same old thing,
my answer had remained unchanged.
I saw her (b) fidget with her thumbs.
She said, "You like computers, John,
you like computers, don't you?
Yeah, I always see you with computers...
you like computers
maybe you could do something with computers.
Yeah, wouldn't that be nice?"
Junior year,
It's a little more intense,
She says, "What do you
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