Mothers Humor
Mothers humor, take a listen
Cuts with precision her voice is her religion
Tells them dirty, dries you out your thirsty
In the garden party
Slip away and play barbie
Master bedroom, since the womb
She gets it all, mother you stand so tall
Crowd gets bigger, listen close she whispers
Laughs get loud, she loves the fucking crowd
She knows it all, her brains on overhaul
Thank god for you, your god is you
Mothers humor
Makes you wonder
If she ever
Chose to love you never
Cuts with precision her voice is her religion
Tells them dirty, dries you out your thirsty
In the garden party
Slip away and play barbie
Master bedroom, since the womb
She gets it all, mother you stand so tall
Crowd gets bigger, listen close she whispers
Laughs get loud, she loves the fucking crowd
She knows it all, her brains on overhaul
Thank god for you, your god is you
Mothers humor
Makes you wonder
If she ever
Chose to love you never
Credits
Writer(s): Lucy Mondello
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