Mama T
It will never get old.
Singing George Michael in the car,
An iced coffee in one hand
Don't worry, the windows weren't down
It will never get old
Only she has the power
To annoy me
Put me in my place
And give the warmest hugs
It will never get old.
Her secret ingredient is Adobo
She loves art
She ahs no filter
Makes sense why we're so similar
It will never get old.
It's not always pretty,
Though times can be fun
We may butt heads
We may have our moments
Time is ticking
It will never get old.
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