Your Mum
Should I write a song to lean upon
Or close these wretched blinds?
And do I tell you all that's going wrong
Or just pretend I'm fine?
I'm sorry for cryin' so loud
And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours
I know you are trying to get some rest
You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best
And I know I don't cook like your mum
And I know I don't cook like your mum
Should I crawl back through into the bed
Or couch it here alone?
And do I retract every statement said
Or just let them evolve?
Where were you when I was on my knees
Crying for a family?
And where were you when I was breakin' at the seams?
Did you think I was fine? Do I look fuckin' fine?
I, I, I, I'm sorry for cryin' so loud
And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours
I know you are tryin' to get some rest
You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best
I know I don't cook like your mum
And I know I don't cook like your mum
And I know I don't cook like your mum
I know I don't cook like your mum
But I'm trying to love her son
Oh, oh, oh, and he's makin' it hard
But I'm sorry for cryin' so loud
And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours
I know you are trying to get some rest
You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best
Or close these wretched blinds?
And do I tell you all that's going wrong
Or just pretend I'm fine?
I'm sorry for cryin' so loud
And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours
I know you are trying to get some rest
You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best
And I know I don't cook like your mum
And I know I don't cook like your mum
Should I crawl back through into the bed
Or couch it here alone?
And do I retract every statement said
Or just let them evolve?
Where were you when I was on my knees
Crying for a family?
And where were you when I was breakin' at the seams?
Did you think I was fine? Do I look fuckin' fine?
I, I, I, I'm sorry for cryin' so loud
And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours
I know you are tryin' to get some rest
You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best
I know I don't cook like your mum
And I know I don't cook like your mum
And I know I don't cook like your mum
I know I don't cook like your mum
But I'm trying to love her son
Oh, oh, oh, and he's makin' it hard
But I'm sorry for cryin' so loud
And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours
I know you are trying to get some rest
You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best
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Writer(s): Ruby Mary Gill
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