Mama's gone again,
left me with these mouths to feed.
Tall, lean, nappy headed, and flat chested too.
What's a girl to do?
A sway of the hips, painted lips, and a wink or two.
Friends of the family, neighbors, doctors, teachers, even family will do,
nothing off limits to you.
Ten toes up, ten toes down,
money does make the world go 'round.
Mamas sorta sad but not for long.
Bills are paid, kids are fed, and her habit too.
Her lame is gone, and she is home and now I'm addicted too.
~crazy ann
Crazy Ann
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