Mama and I
How about a princess mama?
That will be way too much drama
How about a rock star?
I hope you won’t be wearing a scar..
How about a lawyer?
But who then would be your employer?
Oh mom you won’t ever be happy with me, you won’t ever agree
When I grow up, just wait and see, you’ll never be as happy as me
Hi mama I’m sorry for what I said, you’re the only one who tucked me in bed
And now you lie there dead, sitting there in your lonely hospital bed
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