40 y MM

I'm forty and mommy
No one dies of love
(If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger)
I'm forty and mommy
No one dies of love

I'm a pop chick
And any road serves as my bed
I'm a faithful bitch
And I throw myself off at dawn

A stereo sigh
So beautiful your pubic
My throat melts
This little one has milk
Whenever you want, she breastfeeds you

Big data throws me off
You shoot yourself in the foot
Algorithmocracy is family
I didn't promise you any of this

I'm forty and mommy
No one dies of love
(If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger)
I'm forty and mommy
No one dies of love

How can I explain to you
To put you in context
I'm a great fucking star machine
Subdivided microparticles into
Inter-spatial nanoparts

I make artifacts with my fingers
In the pen, the crown I keep
Not a beauty queen
Not a whore nor a princess
I am the mistress, that's my nature

This is burning, burning, burning, burning
This is burning, burning, burning, burning
This is burning, burning, burning, burning
This is burning, burning

I'm forty and mommy
No one dies of love
(If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger)
I'm forty and mommy
No one dies of love

A pop chick
A hot mama
A crazy one who looks at you
And that excites you
See that she lived
She's not a beginner
She has the word
She has the gift, the art

Sometimes she goes overboard
She's an abuser
And she sucks you from below
Like a vacuum cleaner
She's fun
But she's elegant
A MILF, a teacher
A good singer