Momma’s Tamales

Lie on my name,

Use up my soul and my body.

As long as you offer me

Your Momma’s tamales.
You can burn down my house,

You can throw me out.

Pretend I don’t exist,

And yeah, you’ll be missed,

But I won’t be too pissed,

As long as you promise me

Your Momma’s tamales.

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