The
fat mama
Walks
on the street
With
her perfume in the air
The
dogs stand up and stare
The
fat mama doesn't care
She
swings her hands
The
dogs stay quiet
Let
her pass by
She
drags her bag
On
the street rocking by
People
come to look
The
fat mama smiles
The
dogs sniff along
Thinking
there is food
The
fat mama casts a wicked look
“Get
lost dog!”
The
fat mama
Walks
on the street
She
drags her bag
People
come to look
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