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Are you familiar with the phrase, "Looks like your mom dressed you?" That’s what I see when I look at you Not because of the clothes, but because of the care. And that’s what makes me love you the most. I show it in how much I care. I offer to buy you lunch when I know you’ve had a long day. And still, you have the energy to talk to me the way you do The way you make me feel like I am family. Your words are a comfort you don’t realize I need. And while there’s nothing wrong with Mom, Babe, your dad raised you right. He taught you that the world is tough That to get a single thing you want, You have to go through so much. And still, you tell yourself that everything is going to be okay. I know because I live it, and it’s easy to see. Babe, you carry your father’s strength. You love me protectively. You make space for me. You save room for me. It’s rare to find a woman like you. Every time you leave, I’m already waiting to see your face again. I love the way you were raised
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
Like Your Dad Raised You
Are you familiar with the phrase, "Looks like your mom dressed you?" That’s what I see when I look at you Not because of the clothes, but because of the care. And that’s what makes me love you the most. I show it in how much I care. I offer to buy you lunch when I know you’ve had a long day. And still, you have the energy to talk to me the way you do The way you make me feel like I am family. Your words are a comfort you don’t realize I need. And while there’s nothing wrong with Mom, Babe, your dad raised you right. He taught you that the world is tough That to get a single thing you want, You have to go through so much. And still, you tell yourself that everything is going to be okay. I know because I live it, and it’s easy to see. Babe, you carry your father’s strength. You love me protectively. You make space for me. You save room for me. It’s rare to find a woman like you. Every time you leave, I’m already waiting to see your face again. I love the way you were raised
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
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