Deborah

My parents say i'm plucky, sometimes without grace, you don't know how lucky, children with single women, Oh you'll be okay, just give them room, Our Lady holds my heart, no matter games they play, on cold lit parts, my Da was unfaithful, lost within his ways, he'll always be dull, asks me for money, chants without praise, at my kids communion, a goody two shoe sucker, i no longer sway, before their truculence, am over obeying.