Drifting in Space.

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The sun is your mother and the moon is an old man

You are their daughter as you’re cradled by the planets

And time means nothing to the sun and the moon

But it desperately would to you around August, July and June

It’s so hot out side but it’s so warm in the house

Then again it should be when you’re under mother’s blouse

After all you are Mercury and Venus when it calls

You could be Pluto but Neptune wouldn’t notice you at all

And that’s not right

So I’ll let you be my little planet tonight

What have we here, a super nova in the yard?

It happened on accident you say on your guard.

Don’t look now, there’s a black hole for a washing machine

And Pluto has gotten off his leash again it seems

Oh, mother, mother why are the planets so mean?

Was I not one once but now I dwarf the scene?

Father told me not to let it worry me

They will, in time, see that I shine and leave me be

It’s so cold in space that it’s freezing your heart

Then again it should with you and mother so far apart

You could be a nice little satellite

But you want your way and you’ll put up a fight

But that’s so wrong

So you’ll be my little planet before too long

You want to visit with your friend, Earth

Mother says you can’t because it is covered with dirt

So you yell and you scream and you cry

What good will that do you? father sighs

You want to go so bad so you hold your breathe

But mother doesn’t think you are a threat

You don’t revolve or rotate or even eclipse

You’ve made father think that it’s just a fit

It’s so dark out side and you feel excluded

You call and call only to be eluded

Then again mother won’t look at you and father thinks you’re mad

They won’t be ignoring you when you are the fad

So you stop holding your breathe and you scream

You have become my little planet it seems