Quanita

Mother still has dinner to make, ending it is not child's play, feel my cotton waist, you made me flower, but then you turned away, i will never cower, Yes, i have to state, i'll be making my case, when sunset floods the plain, have to face the power, a family disgrace my shame, i'll dress well, take a shower, wait for signals to change, a summers day it arrives late, you don't struggle to say, this is just a game, whatever by half past eight, up the line i pray, many understand this fate.