i'm left with promises that are hard to keep. you dressed in black and your told to kill. there's a scratch on the floor and rip in the rug. to clear your voice without something to say. when every momma is beautiful at something but
i don't know what your talking about. every child grows according to plan
but where did my head go? where did my head go wrong
mom?
we've got the opposites in common but sometimes they attract
they keep on pushing my love and always pulling back. but you win
but you win always. but you win
but you win always love me
momma. whenever your momma is beautiful at something but
i don't know what your talking about. every child grows according to plan
but
where did my head go? where did my head go wrong
mom?
sometimes living is easy
but through your eyes looking so pretty
this is not a pick and even
to someone like defend
otherwise. when every momma is beautiful at something
but
i don't know what your talking about. every child grows according to plan