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Your Mama (Lyric) by jessicazee
Your mama likes ice cream and squat honey buns
Your mama wants a new sports bra for when she jog-runs
Your mama goes crazy when she smells scented candles
Your mama likes big boys with big fat love handles.
Your mama does laundry on a glass washing board
She sings country songs you never have heard
Your mama wishes men would fall from the sky
So all their necks would go breakin??? all day, by the by.
Your mama is your mama and she needs her props
So buy her a card and shake out her mops
Your mama loves you from here to the sea,
Your mama???s the one who cleaned up your pee.
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