4 mothers

Mother dear, who sits in silence, I leave you in front of the TV

Cause I’m in love, quickens me, the sight my real mother, g

And now there’s another twist, now if there’s four?

Mother g/mother not-g, the look of ownership quickens me, to

Each, I’m a car, for G my best friend, I trust, confide, she’s

You in the mother g/ mother not-g, owns me, drives me kinky

Pivots on possibility – you’re all four mothers to me, call you

Domme morrigan, honour to An Morrigan, Mother of Gods