I see her every morning And watch her fingers forming Shapes that are as graceful As a baby's face full Of hope until it turns to A neediness that burns through Your heart like it was butter In the mouth of someone's mother
A certain scent of perfume Makes me think of her room And how I've never been there Lightly touching her bare Back and gently soaking In the sweet unspoken I could be her lover If it weren't for Mother
BETTY! BETTY! If you met me, you'd forget me BETTY! BETTY!
I am so shy, every day I Secretly cry since my mom died I could be the lover Of anybody but her I could be her lover If it weren't for Mother