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Child Support Song


Calling me "Baby"
Like we're okay
You must really
Think me a fool?
Gimme my sixty-nine thousand dollars
Then…
We MIGHT be cool


Did you not foresee this moment
When you went out
For your twenty year walk
Gimme my sixty-nine thousand dollars
Then…
MAYBE we can talk


Left your children
To grow up without
They think of you
With dismay
Could give a damn about your opinion… BUT
Gimme my sixty-nine thousand dollars
Then…
You'll POSSIBLY have a say


Give me my sixty-nine thousand dollars
THEN we'll be okay…

Written by Carla Dancy

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