Friday, December 15, 2017

Eyesore



Eyesore eyesore
I am mom's eyesore
She tells me to study
I love playing with buddy.

Eyesore eyesore
I am mom's eyesore
She sends me to school
I love to break rule.

Eyesore eyesore
I am mom's eyesore
She wakes me in  early morning
What will happen to my fling?

Eyesore eyesore
I am mom's eyesore
Why should I be shy?
When I am a pretty fly?

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