Baby, where you going?
Baby, you don’t know a thing.
You don’t know the ways of the world,
Stop saying such words
Stop saying “cock”
Stop saying “fuck”
Why’s everything you say have to be a dirty joke?
Stop wearing all those opinions on your sleeve,
A heart is safer by a long shot.
We want your brain in your throat.
Baby, where you going?
Baby, why you packing your bags?
Don’t you know this is home?
You leave now you’re always gonna be alone.
I wanna hit you bad
I wanna hit you hard.
I wanna hurt your beauty,
I wanna hurt it hard.
Walk away, child, just run away before I leap
Get out of here,
I can’t stand your beauty
I can’t stand the glare.
I need to punch it, wreck it, smash it fix it
I birthed you, I fed you, I bled you, I read to you
I did all the right things in all the right ways
So why do you want to walk away?
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So true in many many cases for many many parents.