Mothers and Daughters
She thinks she knows you
She thinks she owns you
She wants everything to be
The way she told you
Of course, she loves you
Worries about you
Shell smother you till youre chokin
Tell me, dont you
Say Mama, tell me why
Has pleasure got to rhyme with sacrifice?
You had your ways
I have mine
Your little girls a woman
Dont you realise?
Of course she loves you
She adores you
Shell smother you till youre chokin
Tell me, dont you
Shell try to cage you
Shell enrage you
Walking round your life
Deciding for you
Sometimes shell praise you
Sometimes shell scorn you
Her dreams from yesterday could have destroyed you
Now Mama, tell me why
Has pleasure got to rhyme with sacrifice?
You had your days
I had mine
Youre little girls a woman now ...
For quite some time
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