" Mama's Kitchen " Mama's in the kitchen, cookin' and a bitchin', 'bout the way things used t'be. My Papa's hung over, a four-leafed clovers', really what I need. My sister's off t' Sunday School, my brother's in the backyard playin'. I'm starin' at the clouds, hopin' out loud, my sister's on her knee's a prayin'. Some men live for the wind in thier hair, some for the life they're givin'. But workin' on the farm's doin' serious harm when the city's where my heart's been livin' I want the bright lights t' blind me, I want the smoke t' get in my eyes, I want the shuffle of feet and the thunder of the street, t'make me feel alive, t'make me feel alive.Birth sign: Not entered
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