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Mom,
do you love me? Tree frogs don't dance What? Ask a stupid question, You get a stupid answer. Yes but, Mom, do you love me? I've hugged you I remember that day You were so excited. You got the job you wanted. But, Mom, do you love me? I've kissed you I remember those times When you turned your cheek to me and said "Kiss my cheek, I don't want to mess my lipstick." Just, please, Mom... do you love me? Why do you always have to ask that? Finish your chores, And close the drapes, And bring a hot tea I've suddenly got a headache.
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