Daily doses of pain and aggravation.
It's been that way since she got here.
Ma, he did this.
Ma, he did that.
Ma, he won't let me do this.
Ma, he won't let me do that.
Crying, whining, begging.
An absolute brat.
My worst nightmare.
God's truth, I can't stand her.
It's nothing personal.
She's my sister.

Always on the phone.
You'd think we live in an office.
To make matters worse, 
she screws up my messages. 
Did anybody call for me?
Oh yeah, Sue-Ellen.
Really?
Sue-Ellen is the hottest chick in town.
What did she say?
Call her when you get in.
When did she call?
Oh, two days ago.
Mother f...
God's truth, I hate her.
It's nothing personal.
She's my sister.

Can't get rid of her.
Tails me like a shadow.
She's doesn't get it.
I am not hanging out with her.
Not at school, on the playground and
certainly not at the Mall.
So I'm on my bike, racing to the
park, trying to shake her.
She rides like a boy.
Turns a corner, loses control, 
she hits the street hard.
I rush back to her.
Heart in my throat, praying she's fine.
Gets up smiling, not even a skinned knee.
Hope you broke a leg or an arm.
I'm just fronting though.
God's truth, I love her.
It's personal.
She's my sister.

My Sister - 4 Erica copyright © 2000 Ahkenaton  All rights reserved