She likes to laugh, Her long hair bouncing. I like to hear her laughter, But i hate it when she sings. Once in a while, She will get high, She go and meet this indian guy, My oh my I don't like what she's doing to her, But how can i hate her, She's a part of me, She's my mother.
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