With being really appropriate aptitude
She apprehend and never appraise
For she have appropriate ambition along us
She's got the ability and a tender to care

She can't rest knowing there's nothing filled our belly
However he rests, she can't rest assured knowing we starving
Her heart never fascinate her rest
Unlike him, he rest and never admire her adore on us

No father got affection counterpart her
The affliction she expirienced during birth never heal till death
No heart sustain such afflict, only her does
Even when we fault and fail her,

she bears the strength and effort to forgive and care for long
She prepares meal even when she got agony
Really, a mother's breast has got no sore
In her heart, love is exertion

But she never let go, she arouse and ply
She's dying to keep food on the table
It's affable, when usually it afflicts the affinity
But she never let go, she arouse and ply

She apprehend and never appraise
She affiliate with affectionate
And keep the spirit, arouse and ply
Just the tender of caring, arouse and ply
arouse and ply