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At Least He Thinks I'm Funny...
Four in the morning
My kid is in fits of giggles at the funny faces mommy makes
Too young to realize I'm drunk off my ass
And his squeals make my eyeballs rattle like maracas at carnivale
I'm too old for this shit
I say that every time, don't I?
One day I'll believe it
Damn boy go to bed
But how long will I be awake at 4 in the morning because he actually wants to play with me
It's not fair to him
Mommy lost control of her days so she drinks away her nights
He wants me to play
I just want to pass out
One more hour and I'll be responsible and put him back in bed
I'll puke during Peppa Pig
That show makes me sick anyway
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