My mother says I am a pretty girl
She says that I have my father's eyes
Oh, my mother says that I am beautiful
But she picks apart her every shape and size
So when my mother says I am a pretty girl
While I'm walking around with my mother's thighs
Oh, when my mother says that I am beautiful
Oh, I'm thinking to myself, my mother lies
Because if she don't think she's pretty, how can I?
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