Robin Spielberg - Real Pretty Mama Lyrics

She's a real pretty mama
With her own unique style
She wears A-line dresses
And Revlon Love-That-Red on her smil
And when I grow up, I'm gonna be just like her

She's got a beautiful laugh
And big brown eyes
And when she sings to me
All my troubles pass me by
And when I grow up, I'm gonna be just like her

You hold my hand
We cross the street
I feel your love
You call me your ""sweet,"" your ""sweet""

The years go by
We struggle and we fight
Apologies and tears
All through the night
And as I grow up
I blame it all on her

She holds my hand
I pull away
I turn from her
She loves me anyway

Now when I look in the mirror
I sometimes see you
And all the things you taught me
Are finally shining through
I've grown up, and I'm a lot like you

And I've got a child
A daughter of my own
She says she wants to be
Just like me when she's grown
I hold her hand, as we go cross to the park

Yes, I hold her hand
We cross the street
I love her so
I call her ""my sweet, my sweet""
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