| There is this thing about Fathers
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| They live in their own zone
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| They tell you, «Hi, how are you?»
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| And then hand your mom the phone
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| At things like sharing feelings
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| Let’s admit they are not great
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| But the lucky ones have daughters
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| Like my Jennifer and Kate
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| Just as they were as children
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| So they are as women now
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| So different from each other
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| Yet they’re so alike somehow
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| Each one an individual
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| Each one a sovereign state
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| For there’s no one else remotely
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| Like my Jennifer and Kate
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| I see their mother in the way
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| They love this family
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| They give this family the love
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| Their mother gives to me
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| It’s Jennifer the scholar
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| Jennifer the mom
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| And when the world goes crazy
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| Then it’s Jennifer the calm
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| While Kate the aunt from heaven
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| Serves up heaven on a plate
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| For their father thanks his angel
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| For his Jennifer and Kate
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| I see their mother in the way
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| They love this family
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| They give this family the love
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| Their mother gives to me
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| There is this thing about Fathers
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| They live in their own zone
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| They tell you, «Hi, how are you?»
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| And then hand your mom the phone
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| At things like sharing feelings
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| Let’s admit they are not great
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| But the lucky ones have daughters
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| Like my Jennifer and Kate
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| Oh, their fathers thanks his angels
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| For his Jennifer and Kate |