WHERE YOU GOING PRETTY MAMA
NOWHERE
I SEE YOU WALKING, SO YOU GOING SOMEWHERE
WELL, I AM WALKING SOMEWHERE
BUT IT'S NOT YOUR BUSINESS
THEN YOU MUST HAVE NO WHERE TO GO
PRETTY MAMA,
CAN I TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE
TAKE YOU WHERE WE CAN SEE THE STARS
THE MOON, AND MAYBE THE SUN?
SORRY MISTER,
LAST TIME I SAW THE STARS, THE MOON, AND I
WAITED FOR THE SUN
I HAD THE SON
THE DADDY DIDN'T STAY AROUND,
ASKED ME, JUST LIKE YOU
TO GO SOMEWHERE
I GOT NOWHERE
SORRY MISTER,
GOTTA GO,
MY SON (SUN) BE WAITING FOR ME NOW.
BY: ADRIENNE CLARK-STRACHN
April 2008.
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