“7 Dolls”— (To the tune of Ariana Grande’s song “7 Rings”)

(I wrote the lyrics to this song one evening after being frustrated with my daughter who makes me search nightly for her dolls that must all sleep next to her. Now, when I search for these toys at bedtime I hum this tune in my head and find her dolls with a laugh.)
Yeah, breakfast while standing, bottles of soap bubbles. Cleaning spilled milk, my toddler is in trouble. Baby wipes and diapers and rash-ointment cream. Target’s where I buy all my baby’s things.
Been through some night feeds, my rest’s below average. Cake on concealer my under-eye baggage. Rather buy velcro than tie shoelace strings. Last night was long, I need new teething rings
My car, they fightin’, my bed, co-sleepin’ Make real big bribes if they just listen. You like my minivan? Gee thanks, just bought it. “Hey Mama!”, “Hey Mama!” I hear it, can’t stop it.
I hear it, can’t stop it. I hear it, can’t stop it. I hear it, can’t stop it. I hear it, can’t stop it. You like my minivan? Gee thanks, just bought it. “Hey Mama!”, “Hey Mama!” I hear it, can’t stop it.
Wearing her pj’s, but ain’t gon’ be sleeping Only found 6 of her dolls, now she’s weeping Read her a story, hope that she agrees Think Cat in the Hat’s my new addiction.
Whoever said sitter’s can’t solve their problems Must not have had enough date-nights to solve ‘em. They say “2 hours?” I say “no I want all of ‘em”. Happiness is eatin dinner with no tantrums.
My oldest—Finger-painting. My youngest—Potty-training. The way she cries, I know you’ve heard her. I bought a house just for it’s playroom. No toys in the hall, I clean it, I dream it.
I clean it, I dream it. I clean it, I dream it. I clean it, I dream it. I clean it, I dream it. You like my minivan? Gee thanks, just bought it. “Hey Mama!” “Hey Mama!” I hear it, can’t stop it
Yeah my Target bill’s looking like phone-numbers If it ain’t a nanny then wrong number Library card is my business card The way Dr. Seuss be rhyming ‘em books for me. I don’t mean to brag, but I got 3 diaper bags Two for when we go out and one with extra snacks, yeah Go from the store to the car, they’re hungry wherever we are, Tantrums I diffuse, thank God I got juice Look in my trunk, all healthy not junk, Hell yeah I slam dunk Ain't half bad as a mom, hey would a thunk?
I hear it, can’t stop it. I hear it, can’t stop it. I hear it, can’t stop it. I hear it, can’t stop it. You like my minivan? Gee thanks, just bought it. “Hey Mama!”, “Hey Mama!” I hear it, can’t stop it.
