Playboy Mommy

In my platforms I hit the floorFell face downDidn’t help my brain outThen the baby came before I foundThe magic how to keep her happyI never was the fantasyOf what you want wanted me to beDon’t judge me so harsh little girlSo you got a playboy mommyBut when you tell em my nameAnd you want to cross that bridge all on your ownLittle girl they’ll do you no harmCause they know your playboy mommyBut when you tell em my nameFrom here to birminghamI got a few friendsI never was there was there when it countsI get my wayYou’re so like meYou seemed ashamedAshamed that I wasA good friend of american soldiersI’ll say it loud here by your graveThose angels can’t ever take my placeSomewhere where the the orchids growI can’t find those church bellsThat played when you diedPlayed gloriaTalkin’ ’bout hosanahDon’t judge me so harsh little girlYou got a playboy mommy, come homeBut when you tell them soldiers my nameCross that bridge all on your ownLittle girl they’ll do you no harmThey know your playboy mommyBut I’ll be homeI’ll be home to take you in my arms

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