Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning, I sit around...
Trying to smile, but the air is so heavy and dry...
Strange voices are sayin'
-What did they say?
Things I can't understand...
It's too close for comfort, this heat has got right out of hand...
It's a cruel.. cruel... cruel summer,
Leaving me here on my own...
It's a cruel... it's a cruel... cruel summer
It's a cruel... it's a cruel... cruel summer
Now you've gone...
Dear Big Poppa,
I dedicate this song to you every day from the hours of 8am-6ish pm.
Love, Big Momma
2 comments:
Hahaha. That is hilarious. Love the pics! Looks like they're having a blast! How are you faring? Or does the song dedication pretty much tell all? c(=
The kiddos are precious, even if they are wearing down your already pregnant in the hot, hot summer, self! Tell Big Poppa he needs to take a day off, so you can take one off!
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