Schoolyard Bragging Rights
Oh ya ,well my mom makes better apple pie
Really,well my mom makes brownies
With peacans and chocolate icing
Thats nothing, my mom sewed me this new sweater from scratch
Well my Dad can fix my bike anytime it breaks,
My Dad sells bikes and got mine for free
A hush,
My Dad left when i was 3, no bike for me.
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