I used to ask Mama

I wrote about me and my mom about a conversation that I thought we should have.

When I was little
I used to ask Mama
To tell me stories about princes
Then I'd ask her

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Mama where do I find him
Mama where can he be
Mama where do I find him
Mama please tell me
She said "You look in your own heart
At the person you want to be
Then ya know the kind of person
Your looking to find in
The man of your dreams

When I was older
I used to ask Mama
Will he have blue eyes
Or maybe Emerald Green

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Mama where do I find him
Mama where can he be
Mama where do I find him
Mama please tell me
She said "The outside doesn't matter
It's the inside that counts
If you want the man of your dreams
You gotta think past the outer shell
And always look to the inside."