There are four things hanging from my tit and I just can't seem to shake'em loose If I get one to release it either falls to my feet OOPS! IT JUST GRABBED MY CABOOSE Hanging from my tit these four little gifts ages 9,8,3,and one can't make a move get into my groove or heck, just get some time alone Hanging from my tit can't even take a shit without at least one or even all following me everywhere got me pulling out my hair in a minute I'm going to be bald Hanging from my tit these four little things can't get rid of them til age 18 They don't like to behave got me feeling like a slave when I rather be treated like a queen Don't get me wrong from my woeful song Because I certainly love them to death maybe tomorrow will be the end of my sorrow After I get a little rest
Reason for writing:
Sometimes my children drive me crazy!
Birth sign: Pisces
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