Well, where should I start.
The lip starts to wobble and your heart skips a beat
You’re in the middle of town and you’re all out of ‘treats’
You try to ignore them but shit hits the fan
They’re sat on the floor and you’re stood with the pram
The stand off begins, who will cave in?
You are the boss, you can’t let them win.
But people are staring and you begin to get flustered
Whoever thought you’d give birth to a bastard
Your face flushes red and the mum guilt kicks in
As soon as you’re home you’ll need a large gin
You scoop up you’re offspring under one arm
Trying not to cause any harm
As they thrash and they scream and wriggle and squirm
You make your way home your grip holding firm
Peoples eyes following you until you’re out of sight
It’s safe to say you are losing the fight
You’re fed up and tired, you’ve had you’re fill
Of whinging and crying it’s making you ill
Once you get home your kid is passed out
Asleep in your arms, what’s all that about?
You look at their face and the stress melts away
It doesn’t matter what happened today
All that matters is you’re home and safe
And you can kiss and stroke your little ones face
Squeeze them tight and take in their scent
Your baby your world you will love them
Until the end.