Everywhere I turn I can see them
Children whinning when I babysitt them
Every little thing they cry about
Wont they ever be quite
They say they love me and that they'll be good
But they never are
Why are little cousins so just plain out childish
I just want them to be good
I treat them good and everything
Love kids to death but my cousins
I'm not so sure about
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