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The Bedroom Philosopher
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Middle Aged Mum
I'm not sure this is the direction I wanted to be going in And I'm not just talking about Preston Gregory seems so distant granted he's in Iraq I never should've talked him into expanding his filled potato business
All the children are grown up And I don't know if they need their mama anymore All the children are grown up And I don't know if they need their mama anymore
All I've had today is a lamington So upset I come from the school of soft hugs Perhaps I should go back to TAFE There's shopping to be done And the children oh do they need their mama? All I have is the budgie He's off his cruskits I'll hire a caravan we can go camping You can bring the kids We'll do our dancing I'm not sure this is the direction I wanted to be going in And I'm not just talking about backwards Oh they need their mama Penelope she never writes to me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Granted she does send forwards of funny cats It must be this Margaret Atwood novel making me cry Last night I dreamt I was making a salad for Andre Rieu And I was making a real mess of it God Oh c'mon Gwen Oh c'mon Gwen Now and then you can give into these feelings But now c'mon Gwen All I've had today is a lemonade And a lamington I'm going to Flemington to buy a Lady Remington Oh I love my life
All the children are grown up And I don't know if they need their mama anymore All the children are grown up And I don't know if they need their mama anymore I suppose it was all for the best AMWAY Perhaps I could sell some Avon I do use a lot of facial cream
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