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Why doesn't the stuff in pretty bows Make me feel good  When they're worn by pretty girls? Mother taught me many things but never how to love. Why don't butterflies reach my stomach When I hold a lady's hand In mine? Mother taught me many things but never how to love. What makes a father want to leave Or a lovely lady cry When she hasn't even been struck? Mother taught me many things but never how to love. What's the medicine in glass bottles That makes the pain  "Go away"? Mother taught me many things but never how to love. What do you say When mother lay In a wooden bed never to wake up? "Maybe it's because mother never learned to love."
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Mother's Lessons Learned
Why doesn't the stuff in pretty bows Make me feel good  When they're worn by pretty girls? Mother taught me many things but never how to love. Why don't butterflies reach my stomach When I hold a lady's hand In mine? Mother taught me many things but never how to love. What makes a father want to leave Or a lovely lady cry When she hasn't even been struck? Mother taught me many things but never how to love. What's the medicine in glass bottles That makes the pain  "Go away"? Mother taught me many things but never how to love. What do you say When mother lay In a wooden bed never to wake up? "Maybe it's because mother never learned to love."
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
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