Trying To Do It Right - Jackie Onassis

Mother was a saint

Father was a sinner

Trying to do it right

Um

My mother was a saint

Father was a sinner

Just trying to do it right in this world of go figure

Trying to make tonight a little something of a winner

Adrenaline and stage fright

One hell of a mixture

Look em dead in the eye

Wonder if they ever notice

These days mama’s boy

Ain’t nearly so precocious

Stage lights help me take it out

Blink it out

Make em all look like they done seen a ghost

Boo

Who that though

Really it’s an actor

Balance on the precipice

Trying to lean back, oh

You ain’t cool man you look fucking foolish

Feels like them mortifying times you had in school shit

Hey miss, can I steal some perspective

Cos from up here its all looking kinda hectic

Wanna know how it looks from outside the snow globe

So I can go home

Light this motherfucker up and wreck shit

Mother was a saint

Father was a sinner

Trying to do it right

Um

My mother was a saint

Dad was a flawed man

Who taught me to be a winner

And so my inner circle full of those I shared dinner with

The same ones who I know

Got my back all the way through the winter

Waddup

But some of even the closest

With whom I share sofas

Still don’t know me from a barber so

Keep em at arms length

The only way to cope

When the going gets tough

And the bluff starts to show

I get so caught up in the undertow

Looking for the subtext with a microscope

Particularly when the issues so microscopic

And I’d like to drop it

But somehow I can’t let go

So where’d that leave us?

Sitting home watching reruns?

No, cos I’mma take fate just however she comes

Make some of y’all put up your hands

No preacher

And turn these sleepless nights into dreams

You believe that?