Up there, on the throne of excuses,
every bad decision had a reason – or two.
Every weakness is a strength;
poor judgement is bad luck.
And you really worked some miracles with
the rotten hand you’re dealt.
She has nowhere to hide.
That’s why mama lie.
She drank up all the welfare money just for you.
She wants the best for you.
That’s why she can’t be true.
On a midnight corner, Friday night, she’s
looking for a daddy – just for you.