and u guys cringe !!
He didn't like the curryAnd he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't prepare the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socksThe way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answerI was looking for a clue.
Isn't there anything I could doTo match his mothers shoe Then I smiled as I saw lightOne thing I could definitely doI turned around and slapped him tight...
Like his mother used to !!!!!
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