Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Subject |
Father |
Language |
English |
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Lyrics
Mother
(By Charles King)
She used to make the boys shout\Now she?s got her garden to work out
You know she cooks a good meal\And she lets her husband think he scores for real
She?s got soul\She?s got faith in a better day
But if Mother had told her this is how she?d get older, she?d be anywhere but here
You know she takes a few pills\Now and then, here and there, hates her hair
She loves her wine, feels fine\Drives the kids all the time
But if Mother had told her this is what she?d shoulder, she?d be anywhere but here
But the TV?s on
The boys look strong
So much fun
Dancing in the living room, pretending she?s got someone new
Sometimes a boy looks twice, feels nice\ but could she ever roll those dice?
What with Daddy and the kids\She?s gotta stop thinking thoughts like this
The TV?s on
The boys look young
She feels so strong
Dancing in the living room, pretending she?s got someone new
She looks in the mirror\ she?s still got her style
So why can?t she let go and smile?
Where?s the perfection? She?s worked all this while
She curses his shirts in their pile
The TV?s on
She feels so young
That boy looks strong
Dressing in the living room.
She?s found her fun this afternoon.