Don’t Be No Weakling
Don’t be no weakling, he told me
Don’t cry at blood
Don’t cheat on Momma
A man’s man
A tough guy
He always came home at night
Stinking of stale beer
The best man in the whole world
Ready to die for me
Ready to beat me to a pulp
I love the asshole – My Daddy
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