Gérard Bourgeois & Temistocle Popa - Mommy's Home | Текст песни

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Mommy's home. Now you can open the door. Don't be afaid now, not anymore. Mom is home. She's brought for each one of you strawberry, coated with honeydew.Only you and I can sing this song that noone knows. Listen to each word carefully. And before you all come running quickly to the door. Be sure the only one you open for is me.

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