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My
child, I'm only seventeen, |
Mom,
I'm not in your place, 30 I can't tell you what to do. But you've asked me some questions, So I will answer you: Yes Mom I'm really real Though I did not ask to be, 35 Now it seems the question is, What will do with me? I pray I'll get to know you, And you'll hold me in your arms; You'll tuck me into bed at night 40 And protect me from harm. We'll play ring around the roses And hide and seek too. Mom, don't you understand, I'm just as real as you. 45 I'm all soft and cuddly, And I have rosy cheeks. But I can't tell you what to do, It's God's wisdom you must seek. You see Mom I'm not a mass, 50 No matter what they think. And just in case you're wondering, I'd be wearing pink. |