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
She`ll smother you `till you`re chokin`
Tell me, don`t 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
Don`t you realize?
Of course she loves you
She adores you
She`ll smother you `till you`re chokin`
Tell me, don`t you?
She`ll try to cage you
She`ll enrage you
Walking `round your life
Deciding for you
Sometimes she`ll praise you
Sometimes she`ll 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 have mine
Your little girl`s a woman now ...
For quite some time