You dirty, dusty, low life of a woman sitting there on the street. You use to be my mother sweet with respect but now your not your just high. O i wish you would just die. SOME WOMAN. Your face use to be beautiful so nice so elligant but now its all skinny and greasy. SOME WOMAN. I sit and i watch you with your icy eyes sometimes i just break down and cry. Its rainy out and your all wet . I just want to comfort you but my mind is set that i can't and i won't. You changed your hair color its now blonde with dark patches your weird, smelly, and sticky. You are SOME WOMAN but no mother of mines.