Nine in the morning... The coffee hasn't even woken up. And the war... has already begun. The neighbor upstairs starts his morning drill A fake renovation, a noise meant to kill I look in the mirror, hair up in the air Wondering what kind of crime I’m about to forgive today, I swear. Claire packed her bags, left the yard in a mess Camping tents on the lawn, pure chaos, I confess And Mr. Perfect comes in with his usual style... Telling me he cleans better, with a confident smile. The neighbor on the porch is judging my soul Like I have nothing else to do with my day as a whole... Deep breath, Liana... Just breathe. I am the commander of this house in decay Fighting off the chaos in the kitchen today! Holding my broom with absolute grace Searching for sanity in this crazy place... Oh sanity... Lord, show some grace! Noon rolls around, the drama unfolds I serve up lunch like a queen on a throne of gold The youngest looks down and rejects the plate... And the oldest acts like I served him a terrible fate. I cooked the food, I wiped down the floor I washed all the clothes, gave my heart and much more... And they look at my face without a trace of fear: "So, what is there to eat around here?" The exact same thing... that’s on your plate. On your plate... on your plate... I won't shed a tear, gotta keep my skin fine I’ll dance a little salsa to the sound of the drill's whine! Broom in my hand, looking straight at the sun If this is a test, then the battle is won! I am the commander of this house in decay! Fighting off the chaos in the kitchen today! Holding my broom with absolute grace... But I need some coffee to survive this place! Need some coffee! Right in my face! Three in the afternoon. House clean. Kids alive. Coffee... remains a distant dream. Lord... give me strength.
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