I knew these girls, three born in one day
Who spy me in the mirror for I am one of them.
Lianna, Kyla and me all three triplets that spoiled
my poor mother's fun. For she was a beauty with her black hair
and then we came along and were trouble times three,
all dressed in a blue dress with white flowers.
We all smiles, but inside we were a mess that came to be
If you hear the door slam make sure you don't have
that trouble times three.
There we are hanging on our favorite tree.