by Dean Friedman
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She's a working mom. From the time the alarm clock rings,
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till the coffee's on, she can handle a million things.
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Their daddy's gone, but she keeps keeping on.
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First she picks out their clothes, then she wipes a runny nose,
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makes their beds and when the bathtub overflows, she remains so calm.
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Let's here it for the working mom.
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She goes to bed with the night light on.
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'Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
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give sleepy children such a fright.
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With one touch, they're gone.
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She's a working mom. And she keeps all her kids in line,
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with an outstretched palm, and a warning they'd better mind,
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cause one more time and they will see stars shine.
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But they're not scared 'cause Mommy starts to smile
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and they all know that in a little while, things'll be just fine.
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Let's here it for the working mom.
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She goes to bed with the night light on.
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'Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
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give sleepy children such a fright.
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With one touch, they're gone.
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She's a working mom and it wasn't the life she chose.
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Drive the kids to school and then off to work she goes.
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But heaven knows, how her love for them grows.
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At times it's hard, but she has no regrets
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'cause in her heart she knows the love she gets, it overflows.
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Let's hear it for the working mom.
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She goes to bed with the night light on.
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'Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
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give sleepy children such a fright.
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With one touch, they're gone.
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And ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
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give sleepy mommies such a fright.
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With one touch they're gone.
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Let's hear it for the working mom.
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Let's hear it for the working mom…
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She's A Working Mom
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| Dean Friedman |
