Sitting
Cooking up a daydream about being
Somebody's auntie
Planning
Living out of fantasies of having
A child of your own
And if the child had his mother's eyes
And his mother's nose
He's got the same dimpled smile
As his grandad
The way he rolls his eyeballs
When you call
He's all the things that make life beautiful
Talking
Seeing how somebody's boy just made it
All by himself
Got married
Wants himself an house and car
Got settled
He's doing quite nicely
And the little baby boy got his mother's eyes
And her nose
He's got the same dimpled smile
As his grandad
The way he rolls his eyeballs
When you call
He's all the things that make life beautiful
And the child got every chance
Of being somebody
For his mother and his father and his uncles and his aunts
Love him too
Can't understand why you always
Got something else to do
And why he insists on staying in that way, them all
But he's a man, he's not a little child
Anymore
He's got to live the way he feels the way he wants
The way he knows he can
The people who look down
At the way he moves around
And he grows
Those are the one who made him want his life, them all
But he's a man, he's not a little child
Anymore
He's got to live the way he feels the way he wants
The way he knows he can
The people who look down
At the way he moves around
And he grows
Those are the one who made him want his life, them all
