Lyrics:
nighty night and its
time for bed
time to rest my 8 year old sleepy head
Feeling queesy
cuz I'm on the top bunk
you come in
to kinda wish me luck
Telling me of all
tomorrows plans
When I decided
to sorta throw up in your hands
Oh Mom...
Sorry about that...
Sorry that through out years
you've cleaned up so much crap
And I'm sorry that instead of homework
I get on my computer and play
But oh,
Happy Mother's Day.
Loved it when
you came to see how I felt
when I was crying
after you yelled
My fingers hurt
from playing guitar
But cuz of me
you have some LOWER scars...ew
There's no comparison
to what you do
Except for Mother Theresa
But you're a saint, too
Oh Mom...
I'm glad you're not Mother Theresa
Cuz Mother Theresa has the face
of a typical old Skeezer
and she probably wouldn't watch my games
at a hot soccer field all day
So, oh...
Happy Mother's Day.
From you I've learned
To think ahead
"If you can't get into college
you might as well be dead"
You've always taught me
not to cry
unless there's blood
or a saber in my eye
From you I learned
to be independent
"You gotta make some cash
cuz you're dad'll never send it."
Oh Mom...
thanks for always being there
thanks for always saying ya love me
and brushing out tangles in my hair
And thanks for crying when I get on my plane,
Even though I'm silent, I have sooo much to say
But for now...
Happy Mother's Day.
are you 8?
EricaRoyer1 2 years ago
um. no. no I am not.
Elpollomyloco 2 years ago