I couldn't think of a better way to to get my point across
I hope this poem reaches you in time
Obviously, I got sick of you being demanding, having to be the "boss"
I got sick of you not wanting to spend a damned dime
Maybe I can teach you a lesson
Here goes, here is what I need to say
I'm sick of all the immaturity, sick of all the messin'
I'm sick of the moaning and complaining everyday
You need to learn to be a man
A man is what every woman wants, what she desires
I found a man, tall, handsome and tan
A man that makes me hotter than the burning of a thousand fires
Also, by the way, here's a wedding invitation from me to you
My man said he reserved a spot just for you, by his side
I'm sure right now you're blown out of your mind and don't know what to do
I'm sure right now you think I just wrote all of this and lied
Here's another bombshell though, you're apt to enjoy
Be ready to succumb to my every command and don't get mad
Because you're going to call me Mommy, little boy
I'm about to marry your your dad!
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