A New Woman
Can't keep up
Everyday.
She got something to say.
Always got to have her way.
older so i got to respect that.
Even if i think she's brat.
or even a Pratt.
I got to be strong.
Not wrong.
It's not fair...
but she don't care.
She loves her hair.
Loves her way.
Loves her say.
This is her day.
Shouting like hell.
Always rings the bell.
She's always has someone to tell.
Like mommy, daddy, sister brother.
So if i don't do what she say they say i am selfish, oh bother.
She got something to say.
Always got to have her way.
older so i got to respect that.
Even if i think she's brat.
or even a Pratt.
I got to be strong.
Not wrong.
It's not fair...
but she don't care.
She loves her hair.
Loves her way.
Loves her say.
This is her day.
Shouting like hell.
Always rings the bell.
She's always has someone to tell.
Like mommy, daddy, sister brother.
So if i don't do what she say they say i am selfish, oh bother.
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