Mom, all the other options that you had in mind
Starved me, cause I'm optionless and turkey free and blind
Won't you listen and I'll let you in on this, blind me
Won't you listen, I'll reduce advice to dust, oh no
I shouldn't have to spell my name
Mom, if it's worth the made up smiles, the quiet fights
Oh mother, it is hard not to look in the mirror's eye
I have come to this while you have come along
So it's alright
Mom
If you change your mind the other way around again
I shouldn't have to spell my name
So start the two-way monologue that speak your mind
We're talking two-way monologues with words that rhyme
We, we can't reclaim the shirts we threw away
Last twirl, uncurled
But no impact, good person, no brushes
That dust, machine wash, that's our paper rust
Days, you spend wanting some of Michael Landon's grace
Strike back
Now they shake your life as stony as his face
Oh no
I shouldn't have to spell his name
So start the two-way monologue that speak your mind
We're talking two-way monologues with words that rhyme
Start the two-way monologue that speak your mind
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We weren't chasing rabbits on the hill
Oh, that prairie life was great but never real
Cause we never saw no rabbits out there ever, no, not once
All we did was put a fire up and watch it burn for months
I miss the sound of stairs and wards and meltages to doors
And too little space for holding all the soldiers and the war
It gets a bit too tight when it gets howdy
And too soon we realize there's our new peepe baddies
When we lay it all on the floor
We weren't sure how to solve it

We're princess bonanni
I wasn't keeping it social, I was being crafty
Start the two-way monologues
That speak your mind
Start the two-way monologues
That speak your mind
We're talking two-way monologues