She thinks she knows you
   She thinks she owns you
   She wants everything to be
   The way she told you
   Of course, she loves you
   Worries about you
   She?ll smother you till you?re chokin?
   Tell me, don?t you
  
   Say Mama, tell me why
   Has pleasure got to rhyme with sacrifice?
   You had your ways
   I have mine
   Your little girl?s a woman
   Don?t you realise?
  
   Of course she loves you
   She adores you
   She?ll smother you till you?re chokin?
   Tell me, don?t you
  
   She?ll try to cage you
   She?ll enrage you
   Walking round your life
   Deciding for you
   Sometimes she?ll praise you
   Sometimes she?ll scorn you
   Her dreams from yesterday could have destroyed you
  
   Now Mama, tell me why
   Has pleasure got to rhyme with sacrifice?
   You had your days
   I had mine
   You?re little girl?s a woman now ...
   For quite some time