| So you want I should be known as the mother of a loser
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| Meet my daughter, former lawyer, now a failure, please excuse her
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| And you want that I should see the look upon the rabbi’s face
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| When she learns that Miss Ivy League Attorney’s a disgrace
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| Forget it, forget it, you can just forget it, forget it
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| Forget it, forget it, you can just forget it, forget it
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| In your search for happiness, you never thought of me (forget it)
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| You haven’t caused me so much pain since my episiotomy (forget it)
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| So you want that I should throw away my sterling reputation (forget it)
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| While you blab about your new bohemian vocation
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| Forget it, forget it, you can just forget it, forget it
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| Forget it, forget it, you can just forget it, forget it
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| You wanna throw your life away, go ahead, sure
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| Oy! |
| What am I gonna tell Emilio at the frame store?
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| (Hook)
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| Moms always worry about what semi-strangers gonna say
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| And they’re right, we think about it all day
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| We’re judging you, we don’t have our own lives
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| You’re more important than our own kids and our own wives
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| God, I made Rebecca’s graduation collage
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| But I guess her success was just a mirage
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| Damn, Naomi, thought you was a good mom
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| I’m gonna mess up all your frames from now on
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| (Outro)
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| Moms don’t suffer tsuris and pain
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| To have their daughters bring them shame
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| Moms don’t suffer tsuris and pain
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| To have their daughters bring them shame
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| Forget it
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| Forget it
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| Fuhgeddaboutit
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| Everything’s fine
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| Forget it |