Pretty Mom -

Bet she tastes of orange fruit pastilles

Bet she wants for the stars in the sky

When she comes into work in the morning

Wonder what is on her mind?

Waiting by the lakeside

You sometimes catch her eyes alight on you

Bet her life is a half-painted canvas

Maybe fill in the spaces between

Like some fabulous anti-gravity machine

She makes me happy

She knows how I feel

She knows what I mean

Here she comes!