Mother, mother
 
 You are a disgusting liar
 
 I have had the heart torn from
 
 My pure white flower
 
  
  It was not beautiful
 
 It was not how you said it would be
 
 Did I call your name
 
 When they made a woman of me
  
 
 Mother, mother
 
 Seems the truth does not become me
 
 Life has put these
 
 Wretched lines of age upon me
  
 
 It is not beautiful
 
 It is not how you said it would be
 
 As the days go by
  
 
 Oh they make a cynic of me
 
 It is not beautiful
 
 It is not how you said it would be
  
 
 Mary mother of God
 
 Well I never never, never, never
 
 If the truth be told
 
 I could have been better, better, better, better
  
 
 Well I know these things now
 
 Well I know these things now
 
 Well I know these things now
 
 Well I know these things now
  
 
 Well I know these things now
 
 Well I know these things now
 
 Well I know these things now
 
 Well I know these things now
  
 
 Well I know these things now
 
 Well I know these things now
  
 
 Mother's pride is
 
 So misguided and misleading