It started giving me some deep affection!
But nothing ever felt so teary eyed!
I never needed any heroine,
To see how many other people cried.
Mama only kept her body sewed.
No one have ever seen a younger brother,
Who never knew exactly where she rode!
My hair was shining like an older mother.
Standing on the corner looking dashing,
Having something feeling kinda cheeky!
I really had a funny way of bragging,
You forget about a little squeaky.
That mighty handsome son was only braver!
With seven hundred thousand bodies sewed,
Ever seen another drunken sailor!
They never even wonder where he rode.
His father had a very younger brother.
We need to see the children going dashing,
For those who could become an orphan mother!
About how many other people bragging.
My Lord have mercy on the babysitter,
Can you remember me aspiring writer!
And running from an angry giant killer,
Afraid of feeling like a lone survivor.
Fifty million stories teary eyed,
To hear their smiling faces going dashing.
Some hundred thousand angry children cried,
They never see another lady bragging.
Any other people dare beware!
Are you an awful mighty heavy drinker!
So many pretty girls with golden hair,
Who cares about the lovely Villager.
For really being busy living gaily,
Having such a very happy dad!
A belly full of love and bravery!
An early morning feeling kinda glad.
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