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Being A Mother. © Lyrics Dorothy Wilson All Rights Reserved Being Mother My little girl Sarah is only two. She also has a brother, Whose name's Matthew. I think when she grows up, what will I do! I go and do the washing up. After that I start to cook. Then Sarah cries to be picked up. I'll put her down on the sofa You mother's out there know what I mean ‑ don't you? I think I'll keep her well supplied. I go and make a bottle. I put it in her hand. "No! No!, You", she demands, throwing the bottle out of her hands. She's really very sweet. She's only two. When she grows up, what will I do ! Your mothers out there, know what I mean. We walk around, as though in a dream. But when they start counting. When they grow up. Its as though we're not there, the way they look! They now walk around as though in a daze, when they start the boyfriend craze.
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