I am my mother’s daughter.
Yep – sorry ‘bout that.
I know you didn’t bargain for it
But it’s a natural fact.
Don’t hit me with a crisis
Before I get outa’ bed.
In fact, best not say anything
Till some coffee’s cleared my head.
Don’t tell me I CAN’T do something –
I’ll show you otherwise.
And if you don’t do your fair share
Angry sparks fly from my eyes.
Ah, we can seem cold-hearted wrenches
Spiteful, devious and rude
But if you like the other side,
Here’s all you have to do…
Treat me kind and gently
Considerate and understanding, too.
Consider me your equal
In what you say and do.
For heaven’s sake, be sure you do
What you say you’re gonna’ do.
Don’t look at us as if we’re aliens
Or like you haven’t got a clue.
We’re really rather simple folk
We know what’s right is right –
And if you’ll just agree with me
I’ll love you day and night.
– circa 2002