The Youngest

My youngest child is a work of art

Carries her temper deep in her heart 

She's heaven-tall and Slim Jim, lean

She'll cuss you out if you make her mean

Walks away when she's had enough

Sensitive Scorpio,  built Ford tough

Anger sits because momma said

I couldn't leave it all up in my head

I love my child, my only daughter 

I didn't ask to be her mother

She grew in me for 9 months long

She's the one that made me home

Rebelling hard to stay her own

When she smiles you hear her song

Beautiful head that carries her hair

Is it all hers?

Don't make me go there

She's been with me since I was eighteen

Maybe I'm the one that made her mean

She's good at sticking them eyes to the sky

Almost if she's asking why

She makes me hotter than boiling water

I'm tempted to trade her for a buck and a quarter

She's a mix of hot nerves with a whole lotta pride

I think she gets it from her daddy's side