World's Best Mom
It just goes to prove Zeno's paradox
We all remain completely alone forever
Never touching
Put your coat on
World's best mom
All of life is a lesson
She may not know what to say
We'll be spending the day at Notre-Dame
World's best mom
I have a good idea, you'll see
World's best mom
Wait!
She may not know what I need
Slow down!
Now the whole world of Paris picks up speed
As we stroll hand in hand to this cathedral
And in through the doors of Notre-Dame
With my mom
World's best mom (Be quiet)
World's best mom (Are you ready?)
World's best (Let's pray)
Ahhhhhhh
A little help down here?
You know I'm really not that strong
And it's very clear
That my daughter's been a life long problem
Every night there's always something wrong
So I could use a son
A son
To make everything right, sing along
We could use a son
He would be my pride and joy
We could use a son
I'd be much better off with a boy
The prayer goes up like incense
Through the stained glass window to a ledge
Where stood a tourist from Brussels
Inching up to the edge
We'll come back again next Sunday
It never hurts to give these things a try
Let's hope that someone is up there
Goodbye
Goodbye!
We all remain completely alone forever
Never touching
Put your coat on
World's best mom
All of life is a lesson
She may not know what to say
We'll be spending the day at Notre-Dame
World's best mom
I have a good idea, you'll see
World's best mom
Wait!
She may not know what I need
Slow down!
Now the whole world of Paris picks up speed
As we stroll hand in hand to this cathedral
And in through the doors of Notre-Dame
With my mom
World's best mom (Be quiet)
World's best mom (Are you ready?)
World's best (Let's pray)
Ahhhhhhh
A little help down here?
You know I'm really not that strong
And it's very clear
That my daughter's been a life long problem
Every night there's always something wrong
So I could use a son
A son
To make everything right, sing along
We could use a son
He would be my pride and joy
We could use a son
I'd be much better off with a boy
The prayer goes up like incense
Through the stained glass window to a ledge
Where stood a tourist from Brussels
Inching up to the edge
We'll come back again next Sunday
It never hurts to give these things a try
Let's hope that someone is up there
Goodbye
Goodbye!
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel R. Messe, Nathan Tysen
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