| It’s a mother’s intuition to make a little space
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| It’s her quiet mission to tidy up her place
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| A mother’s intuition is like a kangaroo’s
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| She hops around, she mops the ground, she fusses over you
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| A mother with her intuition
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| Will know just what to do
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| It’s a mother’s intuition to wash her baby
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| Well, she won’t forget behind the ears
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| And the extra soap suds on the tail
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| A mother’s into cleaning, she’ll clean until she’s through
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| She’s smart enough, she’s wise enough to add up two and two
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| A mother with her intuition
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| Will know just what to do
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| A mother has a feeling, she pays special attention
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| If someone is concealing, if someone’s playing tricks
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| She rubs and scrubs and scours the secrets
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| Until the answer clicks
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| Then she takes a brush and polishes your teeth
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| She’ll make you shine and sparkle new
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| Until she finds the real you underneath
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| Isn’t it charming?
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| Just mommy and little Roo
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| Fresh as a daisy
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| Sparkling just like new
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| It’s a mother’s intuition (Aha!)
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| It’s a mother’s intuition
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| It’s a mother’s intuition |