Call Me Mom

I can't seem to get a grip, can't seem

to get ahead.

Up everyday at five, don't even know

what I'm gonna fry.

Laundry an un-ending chore, don't

have time to watch, Montel, any more.

I got six kids from eleven to eighteen.

Walls are pounding with their favorite

tunes.

I'm gonna lose it, the best way I can,

gonna find an old friend and try again.

Calgon your so good to me.

Laying back and counting sheep, but

turns out to be un- matched socks, oh

my, oh dear me.

What's gonna break this chain. Gonna

blow their minds with good ole'

metaphors, glad I'm done moppin all

the floors.

I play taxi- man and dish- washer.

Slumber party officer, at waitressing

I am the best, all I need is some good

old rest.

But all in all, I love my kids, wouldn't

trade them for anyone's bids.

Hummmmmm!!

Don't remember my name anymore,

Oh wait!! yes I do, its mom, mamma or

M..O..T..H..E..R.

Written By:

Donna Le

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