Hey kid, how's the cradle
yeah, well keep on sleeping
'cause mommy's got something to say
while she's a bold girl and *****'s talking

Arrow straight: I'll prolly never love you
you're just an ugly baby, yeah, you
look too much like me

When you cry I
just wanna punch that face and
y'know we breastfed Roger
but I'm not letting you near my ****

Or maybe he's it, your brother
that boy is perfect and makes us so
proud,
or maybe I'm a
stupid suburban *****
who just can't do this mom thing twice over

Yeah, that's it, I just can't stomach
this love thing again, y'know I
did it for your father and I
do it for your brother
but there's just no room for you

So sorry, sorry squirt
that I'mma pickle myself for the next 16 years
sorry that we'll never get along
hey, maybe you could blame your brother for being perfect
but I don't really give a ****.