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a mother to me
Mother to me is only a name
someone who allows the dirty game
Silence is golden-a mothers rule
Then mother sends you off to school
A mother has eyes in the back of her head
So when facing her child- cannot see she is dead
At night time a mother plants kisses on chin
then sends you to the lions den
Mother to me--it's only a word
her man is but a dirty bird
A mother goes shopping and shopping and shopping
while dirty birds hopping and hopping and hopping
A mother looks through me
she sees only her man
she cannot smell the daughter
fear comes in a can
what good is a mother who has not a nose
a mother is good while shes washing the clothes
A mother looks through me and passes by fear
she's never around and she can't even hear
She is always around and she's blind as a bat
Daddy sings songs about mommas fat
a mother sits crying-not making a sound
sits eating in kitchen-gets rounder than round
Daddies songs to mama
( i don't want her - you can have her-she's too fat for me)
( fatty margaret -two by four- couldn't fit through the kitchen door)
(be she live or be she dead-when she's around you better hide the bread)
someone who allows the dirty game
Silence is golden-a mothers rule
Then mother sends you off to school
A mother has eyes in the back of her head
So when facing her child- cannot see she is dead
At night time a mother plants kisses on chin
then sends you to the lions den
Mother to me--it's only a word
her man is but a dirty bird
A mother goes shopping and shopping and shopping
while dirty birds hopping and hopping and hopping
A mother looks through me
she sees only her man
she cannot smell the daughter
fear comes in a can
what good is a mother who has not a nose
a mother is good while shes washing the clothes
A mother looks through me and passes by fear
she's never around and she can't even hear
She is always around and she's blind as a bat
Daddy sings songs about mommas fat
a mother sits crying-not making a sound
sits eating in kitchen-gets rounder than round
Daddies songs to mama
( i don't want her - you can have her-she's too fat for me)
( fatty margaret -two by four- couldn't fit through the kitchen door)
(be she live or be she dead-when she's around you better hide the bread)
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