20's

Daddy's tired

He's got morphine dripping

[...] far away

Daddy's wasted,

Don't know what he's tasted

He's just got his TV and his hospital tray.

And I got what I want right here on my shoulder,

Boots made of leather [...]

Daddy tells me

That he really loves me

He says in my 20's all I had was fun.

And now my boyfriend's coming

And he's going to look

But he doesn't hear

What's in the words I say

Every day he seems to bring me flowers.

He knows, now I'm thinking about going away.

And I got what I want right here on my shoulder

Boots made of leather [...]

I think I'll stay and put up with the flowers

In my 20's all I had was fun.

They don't know me.

Baby's crying,

He don't like his granny's handout

Like his granny's,

But it's all for free.

Then he'll diss me,

He won't wanna kiss me.

He don't like his granny,

She's a control-freak.

And it doesn't make much sense to him

And it doesn't make much sense to me.

Mommy loves you,

And I got to go now,

Cause I've got to work

So we can live in peace.

Mommy loves you,

And I've got to go now,

Cause I've got to work

So we can live in peace.