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[Refrain 1 Confidently] Our mum is such a softie, no matter what we do She always gives us what we want, and hugs and kisses too. We get up late, don’t go to school, and hang about the street We drop our litter on the floor and scuff it with our feet. But now … Do you think we may have gone too far? Perhaps we should say sorry? Or is it too late for that? [Refrain 2 Less confidently] Our mum is such a softie, no matter what we do She always gives us what we want, and hugs and kisses too. We get up late, don’t go to school, and hang about the street We drop our litter on the floor and scuff it with our feet. But now… I don’t know about you, but I’m frightened. I’ve never seen her like this. Even when she was cross, she never shouted, And never, ever hit me. [Refrain 3 Hesitantly] Our mum is such a softie, no matter what we do She always gives us what we want, and hugs and kisses too. We get up late, don’t go to school, and hang about the street We drop our litter on the floor and scuff it with our feet. But now… She has turned her dark face upon us. Her steely eyes glitter, her upraised hand Threatens the very worst you can imagine; Storm, earthquake, thunderous wave, a hail of fire Burning, consuming, killing, laying waste. [Refrain 4 A desperate gabble] Our mum is such a softie, no matter what we do She always gives us what we want, and hugs and kisses too. We get up late, don’t go to school, and hang about the street We drop our litter on the floor and scuff it with our feet... Is it too late? Do we have a final chance? She was so fair, so bright; So kind, so all-providing, so benign… But, now …
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Don't **** your Mother off, she's bigger than you
[Refrain 1 Confidently] Our mum is such a softie, no matter what we do She always gives us what we want, and hugs and kisses too. We get up late, don’t go to school, and hang about the street We drop our litter on the floor and scuff it with our feet. But now … Do you think we may have gone too far? Perhaps we should say sorry? Or is it too late for that? [Refrain 2 Less confidently] Our mum is such a softie, no matter what we do She always gives us what we want, and hugs and kisses too. We get up late, don’t go to school, and hang about the street We drop our litter on the floor and scuff it with our feet. But now… I don’t know about you, but I’m frightened. I’ve never seen her like this. Even when she was cross, she never shouted, And never, ever hit me. [Refrain 3 Hesitantly] Our mum is such a softie, no matter what we do She always gives us what we want, and hugs and kisses too. We get up late, don’t go to school, and hang about the street We drop our litter on the floor and scuff it with our feet. But now… She has turned her dark face upon us. Her steely eyes glitter, her upraised hand Threatens the very worst you can imagine; Storm, earthquake, thunderous wave, a hail of fire Burning, consuming, killing, laying waste. [Refrain 4 A desperate gabble] Our mum is such a softie, no matter what we do She always gives us what we want, and hugs and kisses too. We get up late, don’t go to school, and hang about the street We drop our litter on the floor and scuff it with our feet... Is it too late? Do we have a final chance? She was so fair, so bright; So kind, so all-providing, so benign… But, now …
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
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