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MY KIDS ARE KILLING ME!
My teenagers stress me out each and every day,
They do the exact opposite of what I say;
Always find new ways to hide and sneak,
Make me so mad I feel tired and weak;
Have their friends call and tell me lies,
I go to pick them up and get a big surprise;
Their buddies' parents haven't seen them at all,
They're out running the streets and having a ball!
I think of the name of a good reform school,
Tired of being made to look like a fool;
I tell them how I feel. They pretend to be hurt,
Say my accusations make them feel like dirt;
I sink to a chair, feeling tired and alone,
Close my eyes tight and let out a moan;
Try to shake off feelings of gloom and sorrow,
'Cause I know it's gonna start all over tomorrow.
My teenagers stress me out each and every day,
They do the exact opposite of what I say;
Always find new ways to hide and sneak,
Make me so mad I feel tired and weak;
Have their friends call and tell me lies,
I go to pick them up and get a big surprise;
Their buddies' parents haven't seen them at all,
They're out running the streets and having a ball!
I think of the name of a good reform school,
Tired of being made to look like a fool;
I tell them how I feel. They pretend to be hurt,
Say my accusations make them feel like dirt;
I sink to a chair, feeling tired and alone,
Close my eyes tight and let out a moan;
Try to shake off feelings of gloom and sorrow,
'Cause I know it's gonna start all over tomorrow.
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My Kids Are Killing Me!
My Kids Are Killing Me!