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My little boy came into the kitchen this eveningWhile I was fixing supperAnd he handed me a piece of paper he'd been writing onAnd after wiping my hands on my apronI read it - and this is what it saidFor mowing the yard - five dollarsAnd for making my own bed this week - one dollarAnd for going to the store - fifty centsAn' playing with little brother, while you went shopping Twenty-five centsTaking out the trash - one dollarGetting a good report card - five dollarsAnd for raking the yard - two dollarsTotal owed - fourteen seventy-five.Well, I looked at I'm standing there expectantlyAnd a thousand memories flashed through my mindSo I picked up the pen, turning the paper over,This is what I wrote:For nine months I carried youGrowing inside me - no chargeFor the nights I've sat up with you,Doctored you, prayed for you - no chargeFor the time and the tears.Letras de cancionesAnd the cost through the years, there's no chargeWhen you add it all up.The full cost of my love is no charge.For the nights filled with dreadAnd the worries ahead - no chargeFor advice and the knowledgeAnd the cost of your college - no chargeFor the toys, food and clothes and for wiping your noseThere's NO CHARGE, sonWhen you add it all up,The full cost of my love, is - charge.Well, when he finished readin'He had great big old tears in his eyesAnd he looked up at me and he said,"Mama, I sure do love you."Then he took the pen,And in great big lettersHe wrote: "Paid in full."When you add it all upThe cost of real love is - no charge. From Letras Mania