I could be the lover
Of anybody but her
I see her every morning
And watch her fingers forming
Shapes that are as graceful
As a baby's face full
Of hope until it turns to
A neediness that burns through
Your heart like it was butter
In the mouth of someone's mother
A certain scent of perfume
Makes me think of her room
And how I've never been there
Lightly touching her bare
Back and gently soaking
In the sweet unspoken
I could be her lover
If it weren't for Mother
BETTY! BETTY!
If you met me, you'd forget me
BETTY! BETTY!
I am so shy, every day I
Secretly cry since my mom died
I could be the lover
Of anybody but her
I could be her lover
If it weren't for Mother