Mama Mia!

Ill at ease Bacardi and coke,sipping, Ripping a pal She smokes a cigar Feels out of sorts Full of retorts. But under the front] She bears the brunt She wants to be home. Her man, so decent Works hard So recent. Reached an understanding To be non-demanding Reached a peak Decided to speak Discuss the issues Spare the tissues It's good, not bad No more jack-the-lad He's the sun He's the one. Suddenly she knows In the midst of the show That she's loved...she feels That her life is real. She is a wife She has a real life She remembers the times The nursery rhthmes. Mama Mia's a blast But see what will last It's good to remember, good to dance But life is real Life is still a romance.