Nothing You Can Do
She is ugly and fierce
She is poor and illiterate
She is haughty and impatient
But she is the woo of a man,
Who gave me rock and suck
When that was all I knew
When that was all I wanted
When that was all I needed
My mother, she is
And there is nothing,
Nothing, you can do
about it!
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