You know, I'm kind of like a swing-one good push and I'm going in one direction or the other, and trust me, it happens fast. So someone might want to let Mariska Hargitay know she's the other mother, because this ride isn't slowing down for anyone.
I'm definitely not Olivia Benson-she's tough, empathetic, and always fighting for justice, but let's be real, I'm more like Valentine's Day meets the New York Massacre: unpredictable, a little chaotic, and not afraid to call things as I see them. If you try to swap kids or play games, I'll notice before the credits roll. In my world, you can't vanish "Without a Trace" if I can still see your face-silly! What an episode that would be.
And honestly, whether it's Stockholm syndrome or just plain fear, if you can't see that some people can't speak freely, you're either lying or you want me to use my diplomatic immunity. Because nothing and no one is a better agent than a mother on a mission, especially when the world keeps trying to test her.
So, if anyone wants to judge a mother, maybe they should judge Mariska Hargitay-because her child's with mine. And if you still don't get it, maybe you never will. But remember: I always chose you. I just want you to choose me back-if you want to. That's enough.
#justicesong