Our Daughter.

She could be a singer...boy she'd be a ringer;
She could be a painter...you know her mum would hate her;
She could be a secretary...but is that really necessary? 
She could be a writer...cause she's a lover not a fighter;
She could be a dancer...unless she has cancer;
She could be that person who does that thing...oh it was only a one time fling! it meant nothing;
She could be a teacher…you think that could make her richer?
Maybe she could lie for a living? How is that forgiving? 
She could be a healer...I could think of a few guys who'd want to steal her;
She could be, whatever she wants to be...shut up and pour the tea!
What about a job at the zoo? I’d rather have the flu, thank you;
She could be a cook...that would get her off the hook;
What about her look? 
What about it?
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