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Dear Lord, I try to be good
But adults keep interfering,
They send me to my room
And then they say I'm sneering.

Saying I'm making a noise
And then they make me cry,
Saying I'm being disruptive
Well Lord that's a total lie.

I'm really good that's what I am
I help mother and make my bed,
I even put the dishes in the dishwasher
Dear Lord do you know what she said?

Mother said I was a little brat
I mean what a thing to say,
I only kicked her in the shins
And she sent me up to my room straight away.

Parents they don't know anything
Except to shout and scream,
They tell you to do your homework
And spend half their lives in a dream..

Dreaming about winning the lottery
And are they too fat or thin,
They take pills when they're not ill
Really Lord children just can't win.

Thank you Lord for listening to me
I really will be good for a while,
But the trouble is if mother starts again
I really will have to cramp her style.

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