Got myself a new boy mama,
sweetest in the world,
and he treats me lovely and he gives me things.
Sometimes he makes me breakfast, cereal and tea,
and we read the morning paper and the sun shines down.
This world it still turns the same,
summer sun and winter meet him mama,
see your little girl, well she’s walking like a lady
with her head held high.
This world it still feels the same,
sometimes fun and sometimes pain and here we’re going round again.
The next time that I see you mama,
well it won’t be in this world,
but I believe you’re resting and you’re happy now.