Mama mia Ai ai ai ai ai
Overflowing plate of apple pie
Subtle flower made of flesh and bone
Firepower in our tiny home

Morning coffee perks a happy tune
Crying baby pops the red balloon
Pillar of kindness, fragile as a stone
Mother’s nature wants to be alone

The vacuum roars and pokes its head behind every door
It’s in her grip
Don’t let it suck out all your secrets
Mother, mother
I can feel you call my name

Voices singing in a mother tongue
Language leaking deep inside my lung
Breath of fresh air now lifts me from behind
She can’t see it, mother love is blind

The vacuum roars and pokes its head behind every door
It’s in her grip
Don’t let it suck out all your secrets
Mother, mother
I can feel you call my name

Mama mia Ai ai ai ai ai
Overflowing plate of apple pie
Subtle flower made of flesh and bone
Firepower in our tiny home

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