Oh ho, mother, who's got your back?
All hail the Goddess
Oh ho, mother, who's your buddy?
Do you see yourself in my gypsy garage sale ways?
How revered were you, honestly, at the time?
You were good ol'
The heart of the house
In the snow melodramatically
Women to women would
In my Tinkerbell tendencies
In my fits of laughter
Why, pleased with your low maintenance
The heart of the house
All hail the Goddess
How seen were you actually?
The heart of that house
Oh ho, mother, who's your friend?
We left the men and we went for a walk in the Gatineaus
You were countin' on her till four a.m.
You loved us more than we could've loved you back
Where was your ally, your partner in feminine crime?
Must've been your father, your dad
Where did you get that from?
Oh ho, mother, who's your sister?
The heart of the house
I got it from you, I got it from you
And talked like women, like women to women would
You saw me run from the house
