[Charlene Kaye]
All the little pretty girls started looking like each other
Trying to find peace of mind, now you think you need a lover
No time, you'll find, never worry about each other
In a minute, in a minute, wanna be somebody's mother
Oh, no
All these little pretty boys with their toys blowing bubbles
Find a girl you can twirl and never minding any troubles
In a while, with a smile, it will all turn into rubble
In a minute, in a minute, you can give without a struggle
Oh, no
[Allen Tate]
Try to remember sometimes
That you're skin and bone
Make it harder on ourselves
Than it needs to be
And I can't remember the last time
That changed anything
It's always been life or death to me
That's how it needs to be
It's overwhelming sometimes
When you're all alone
And you can't tell if you're floating or falling out of place
Like the astronaut calls a little dot a home
Like he can tell from outer space
[Allen Tate & (Charlene Kaye)]
Try to remember sometimes this is how it all proceeds
(And all these girls look like each other)
And as you go, you see it differenly than you used to see
(It starts by being someone's lover)
And all you can do is try to reconcile the ways you help me feel
(No longer astronauts, philosophers, or movie stars)
With all the things you know you need
(They all will end up being someone's mother, oh, no)
Do well to remember sometimes that you're skin and bone
(And all these boys they're blowing bubbles)
Make it harder on ourselves than it needs to be
(They want a girl to give them trouble)
And I can't remember the last time that it changed anything at all
(And all their dreams of flying out to space will blow away)
It's always been life or death to me, that's how it ought to be
(Just smile and watch it go to rubble, oh, no)
[Allen Tate]
And all these girls, they will be mothers
It starts by being someone's lover
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