"MOMMA'S LOVE" by Mrs. Enigma (this is kinda a song and has a tune in my head)
[Momma, what could I say,
To make it all OK.?
Momma, how could I get past this rejection?
Momma, how could I obtain your affection?
Momma, who could I be,
To make you proud of me?]
And I tried to follow every little rule in the book,
And I was so hoping, that you'd take a look.
That maybe you'd be, a little proud of me.
That I could hold my head up, cuz my Momma loves me.
But alas, that was all a fantasy,
Guess your love was never meant to be...at least not for me..
[ Momma, what could I say,
To make it all OK.?
Momma, how could I get past this rejection?
Momma, how could I obtain your affection?
Momma, who could I be,
To make you proud of me?]
And I really tried so hard to be good,
To be everything, the perfect daughter should.
Momma, look in my eyes, see how I'm hurtin' inside.
Momma, look at all this pain, all this fear that I hide.
Couldn't you grant me, just a little love and grace.
Won't you meet my eyes...say you're proud to my face.
[ Mommy, what could I say,
To make it all OK.?
Mommy, how could I get past this rejection?
Mommy, how could I obtain your affection?
Mommy, who could I be,
To make you proud of me?]
Momma, I've been patient, and Momma, I've been kind.
I kept my mouth shut tightly, and never spoke my mind.
Couldn't you let me in, to be part of the family?
Couldn't you accept me...for who I was meant to be?
What am I worth..if I can not please you?
I'm hurtin' so bad, and I just can't get through!
[ Mommy, what could I say,
To make it all OK.?
Mommy, how could I get past this rejection?
Mommy, how could I obtain your affection?
Mommy, who could I be,
To make you proud of me?]
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"THE FROGGY" by Mrs. Enigma
"An innocent little froggy,
And he makes me feel happy inside.
I hold a froggy in my hand,
And forget for a moment...how the world is wide.
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Green, sweet little creature,
Pure..and full of goodwill.
Going about your business,
Your purpose fulfill.
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And I stop for a moment to ponder,
Your skin, and your wee little feet.
Hiding deep in the forest,
Escaping the afternoon heat.
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An innocent little froggy,
How I want to be like you!
Cute and pure and wholesome,
Not one wicked thing you do."
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