Mother Tongue – Camille West – letras

You barely touched the broccoli on your dinner plateWell, alright just one bite and you can stay up lateDon’t tease the baby; you’ll make him cryBecause I’m the mother, that’s whyDon’t fightI’ve got eyes in the back of my head.These are things my mother’s mother’smother’s mother saidI learned the language when I was very youngLately I’ve been talking inthe mother tongueTake off your muddy shoes Put the cat downHere’s a tissue; blow your noseP ut the cat downWhat did you say? Where’d you learn that?Come back here when I’m talkingLet go of that cat.Behave at your Grandma’sBe good when I leaveWipe your nose again– no, not your sleeveWhat’s on your cheek? Let me get itDon’t have a fitIt’s just a little mommy spit