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
 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