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I remember when you knocked on mama's door
and picked me...
outta all the girls in the hood
and there I stood
happy as could be
showing a glimpse of my pretty white teeth
and you looked into my warm smile
and saw the cold advantages you could
use against me
knowing I'd be a fool for your love
blinded by image because
I couldn't keep my eyes off of you
hearing only the lies that stepped outta
becoming deaf to the truth
in my youth
to bear your child
suddenly the knocks on the door
couldn't be heard anymore
and mama warned me about
but what could she do?
no one can stop a feeling
especially when it's dealing
with what we think is love...
Written by Jannette Franklin
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