Oh, you steal his features
And your mother is a bleacher
She don't even feel the heat, no
She don't even want to speak to you
But you, you always find another place to go
Oh, you steal his features
And your mother is a bleacher
She don't even feel the heat, no
She don't even want to speak to you
But you, you always find another place to go
(Oh you) you always find another womb to grow
To grow

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