(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister)
'Mother's ruin'
She said to herself
'I'm just screwing my own mental health'
But Fridays and Saturdays
She walks down those alleyways
A latter day lady of the lamp
How you doing?
You ain't from round here
Won't you come in?
I'm really not scared-
'Cause Fridays and Saturdays
I still do it anyways
And anything is better than out here
Now don't wake me up again
Don't let me feel anything
But when you go
Let me dream that I go with you
So I won't cry myself dry anymore
Mothers ruin
Their own little girls
Keep them dreaming
There's more to this world
But turn her the other way
And every day's Father's Day
He stays until there's nothing left to say
But don't wake me up again
Don't let me feel anything
But when you go
Let me dream that I go with you
So I won't cry myself dry anymore
Now don't wake me up again
Don't let me feel anything
But when you go
Let me dream that I go with you
So you won't make my heart ache anymore
Leave the light on and don't shut the door