Motherly Love
In the fifth grade, I told my teacher a lie
And she called my mother
And I remember thinking,
'I'm gonna die'
When I arrived home
Mother gave me that look--
The one that says,
'You're about to get a licking'
And I got it,
And it hurt bad,
And when it was over
She told me:
'Boy, if I ever catch you
Telling another lie,
You better put your head between your knees
And kiss your ass goodbye'