My Imaginary Life
The Imaginary Life of Mine
I was a new born baby, 18 years back
Now I'm a pretty young lady, fishing for a handsome lad
See how time has passed, really, oh-so fast
With all sweet toddler memories, I grew up to be a perfectionist
I was a pretty young lady, 18 years back
Now I'm a busy working lady, so tired that I almost break my neck
I didn't even have time to cook or even make baby
Making my husband cry like a big ogre's sugar daddy
I was a busy working lady, 18 years back
Now I'm an ageing old lady, what the heck
My husband died young, buried in the chamber of my heart
left me with a mountain of gold and two Maltese that loves to fart
I was a new born baby, 18 years back
Now I'm a pretty young lady, fishing for a handsome lad
See how time has passed, really, oh-so fast
With all sweet toddler memories, I grew up to be a perfectionist
I was a pretty young lady, 18 years back
Now I'm a busy working lady, so tired that I almost break my neck
I didn't even have time to cook or even make baby
Making my husband cry like a big ogre's sugar daddy
I was a busy working lady, 18 years back
Now I'm an ageing old lady, what the heck
My husband died young, buried in the chamber of my heart
left me with a mountain of gold and two Maltese that loves to fart
Still think my life ain't interesting? Think again!
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