Mommy's voice is a little shaky,
Her songs a little off
She picks up another bottle
I'm begging her stop
"Your juice makes you go crazy,
You drink it every night,"
Mommy tells me I'm her baby,
She says it'll be alright.
Mommy tells me that she loves me,
Before she shuts my door
Mommy may love me,
But she loves her juice a little more
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The (im)Perfect Family
شِعرMommy's a school teacher; Brother does his chores; Daddy's the mayor; But his assistant is a whore Brother doing drugs mommy's passed out on the floor who knows what could happen when you look behind close doors
