Little Grey hair you poped up this morning out of no where,
Where did you come from grey hair,
I'm not ready to be old yet,
Yes yes i know thats not my choice.
They tell me i'm not old,
I have PROOF PROOF!!
no no It could be stress, stress it what its its.
Yes yes... No, lets face it im 40 thats old....
Why grey hair i never doubted my self before, Why?
How can one hair ruin my fun?
Dear Mummy,
I will not lie. You are not 20 and going out clubing each night. Your a mum, a washer, a cleaner, a buy, a cooker. Your doing a full time job let alone one on top of that.
So don't let on hair ruin you day, leave that to me :)
Love you Mum.
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