Mama's Girls were brought up to hold their heads up high,
Take no shit, be respectful and the limit is the sky.
Mama's Girls are pretty, they're crazy and they're wild,
Mama loves them dearly they are her joy and pride.
Growing up in a small town with just Mama on their own,
She made sure they're independent and could do everything alone.
Mama's Girls can cook and clean, ride bikes and kick a ball,
Dance and spin and throw a punch,
They can do it all.
You see they have each other to always have their back.
They don't need nobody else who'll get them quite like that.
Mama taught them to be badass.
So don't mess them around
If you do, be prepared
To pick your teeth up off the ground.
Mama's Girls were brought up to hold their heads up high,
Take no shit, be respectful and the limit is the sky.
Mama's Girls are pretty, they're crazy and they're wild,
Mama loves them dearly they are her joy and pride.
About the Creator
Rachel Morgan
From a small Welsh town and new to the world of writing, Rachel Morgan is a thirty something single mother of three. She writes from the heart and draws on experience in the hope to relate to, empower and inspire her readers with her words.
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