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telling my mother about my girlfriend for the first time |
| She holds me and my world is real Please don't tell me how I should feel You don't know her the way that she knows me You'll never ever be able to see Who she is and why I love her so The reasons that you can't make me let her go You can't have control, no not this time You won't make me believe that loving her is a crime She protects me and holds me, things that you've never done I love you Mommy but she is the one. |