You know it always feels like
You take her side
Clicks her fingers
And you arrive to see her cry
Ive got two of my own kids
Im a slave to my mortgage
I dont ask you for nothing
Will it always be like this?
And youre struggling to hide it
And I know youve decided
Its not each in your own way
I can tell but you wont say
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
She reads like a textbook
I do things in other ways
Never did understand
And when she cries I walk away
Shes has younger than my kids
Youre a slave for her baggage
And I try but it wears thin
To be nice but I cant win
And youre struggling to hide it
And I know youve decided
Its not each in your own way
I can tell but you wont say
Mother, mother, mother
Im in need of your attention
Can we hold a conversation
Where she goes without a mention?
If I make it look easy
You can blame my good intentions
Take a walk in my world
Take a walk in my world
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
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