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Mom's the Word
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Mombi's Heads Where to begin
Quick bond over the cover band
Landed us on the sofa
In the dark silver glow
Of late night shows
So far so good
I have a kid
Surely you kid
Surely you jest
Just needed a release
You can rest easy
Sleep underneath the earth's cover
Banned from further contact
Felt conned, lacked tact
It was all very matter of fact
Later, chance encounter
Flounted a new husband
Not sure if she remembered
The dark silver glow
Of our late night show
Nothing wrong with
A vacation brief
Layover where you lay
For a cheap moment
In previous freedom
Dumb, free, mom no more
Because it all reappears
Once you pass through that door
From the pitiful puddle oasis of your flight
Go safely into the Watch City night
