This is for all the women who feel they take second place to their husband's mommy.
He didn`t like the casserole
And he didn`t like my cake,
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn`t perk the coffee right
He didn`t like the stew,
I didn`t mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and
smacked him one ....
Like his mother used to do.
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