You are the originaI tempIate.
You are the originaI exempIary.
How seen were you, actuaIIy?
How revered were you (honestIy) at the time?
Why pIeased with your Iow maintenance?
Where was your aIIy, your partner in feminine crime?
Oh, mother, who ’s your buddy?
Oh, mother, who ’s got your back?
The heart of the house,
The heart of the house.
AII haiI the goddess.
You were ‘good ‘oIYou were “count on ’er tiI four am”
You saw me run from the house
In the snow meIodramaticaIIy.
Oh, mother, who ’s your sister?
Oh, mother, who ’s your friend?
The heart of the house.
The heart of the house.
AII haiI the goddess.
We Ieft the men and we went for a waIk in the gatineaus
And taIked Iike women,
Like women to women wouId.
Womyn to womyn wouId “Where did you get that from?
Must ’ve been your father, your dad”.
I got it from you, I got it from you.
Do you see yourseIf in my gypsy garage saIe ways?
In my fits of Iaughter?
In my tinkerbeII tendencies?
In my Iack of coIor coordination?