Wearing mama's heels I stole the reels And said, look mama how much I have grown. Standing on the stool, I grabbed the tools And said, look mama how much I have grown. Making mustache from didi's sketch, I said look mama how much I have grown. Shaving with daddy's cream. I said, "Mama, look how much I've grown." Carrying veggie bags on shoulders to see biceps, I said, look Mama, how much I have grown. Today, I drove scooty, to take mama for a ride. Mama smiled and said, how much you have grown.

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