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What will she do.
Been living in a shoe.
Got hungry mouths to feed.
Oh how my heart bleeds.
She used to be a standout.
Now she's grovelling for handouts.
Alone parent career.
Has her bored to tears.
She makes a lot of noise now.
For to look hard for the boys now.
A drum roll for every moment.
She's getting prettily desperate.
And I want to control her.
I'd like to console her.
Tell her when she's older.
She won't be as cold, yeah.
What can she do.
Pyjamas pink and blue.
Like Cruella de Ville.
She's as bitter as a pill.
She makes a lot of noise now.
To look hard for the boys now.
A drum roll for every moment.
Getting prettily desperate.
She used to be a looker.
Til those babies took her.
To a life mundane.
Can't escape these chains.
When she gets cynical.
She's so unreasonable.
As restless as dry leaves.
Can I have my money now please.?
And I want to control her.
I'd like to console her.
Tell her when she's older.
She won't be as cold ,yeah.
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