What I have missed out on.....
"Playboy Mommy"
In my platforms
I hit the floor
Fell face down
Didn't help my brain out
Then the baby came
Before I found
The magic how
To keep her happy
I never was the fantasy
Of what you want
Wanted me to be
Don't judge me so harsh little girl
So
You got a playboy mommy
But when you tell em my name
And you want to cross that
Bridge all on your own
Little girl they'll do you no harm
Cause they know
Your playboy mommy
But when you tell em my name
From here to Birminghman I got a few friends
I never was there
Was there when it counts
I get my way
You're so like me
You seemed ashamed
Ashamed that I was
A good friend of American soldiers
I'll say it loud here by your grave
Those angels can't
Ever take my place
Somewhere where the orchids grow
I can't find those church bells
That played when you died
Played Gloria
Talkin bout
Hosanah
Don't judge me so harsh little girl
You got a playboy mommy
Come home
But when you tell them soldiers my name
And cross that bridge all on your own
Little girl they'll do you no home
Cause they know your playboy mommy
I'll be home
I'll be home
To take you in my arms
She died when I was fifteen due to complications of AIDS. I had the most beautiful mother. I had so many faults to find. I was very selfish and I wanted more than she could or was able to give. She was well known and she was loved by many. I know she carried deep regret...still trying to figure that out. She contracted this disease on Mother's Day~how ironic. They are especially hard to cope through. She needed resolve and still I judged...and she was still beautiful...all you needed was that presence. Still I miss her but the Angels have to take her place, and thats what my children are. They are special to me_unlike I was for her_ so much respect on such another level. I am still waiting for her to take me in her arms......
In my platforms
I hit the floor
Fell face down
Didn't help my brain out
Then the baby came
Before I found
The magic how
To keep her happy
I never was the fantasy
Of what you want
Wanted me to be
Don't judge me so harsh little girl
So
You got a playboy mommy
But when you tell em my name
And you want to cross that
Bridge all on your own
Little girl they'll do you no harm
Cause they know
Your playboy mommy
But when you tell em my name
From here to Birminghman I got a few friends
I never was there
Was there when it counts
I get my way
You're so like me
You seemed ashamed
Ashamed that I was
A good friend of American soldiers
I'll say it loud here by your grave
Those angels can't
Ever take my place
Somewhere where the orchids grow
I can't find those church bells
That played when you died
Played Gloria
Talkin bout
Hosanah
Don't judge me so harsh little girl
You got a playboy mommy
Come home
But when you tell them soldiers my name
And cross that bridge all on your own
Little girl they'll do you no home
Cause they know your playboy mommy
I'll be home
I'll be home
To take you in my arms
She died when I was fifteen due to complications of AIDS. I had the most beautiful mother. I had so many faults to find. I was very selfish and I wanted more than she could or was able to give. She was well known and she was loved by many. I know she carried deep regret...still trying to figure that out. She contracted this disease on Mother's Day~how ironic. They are especially hard to cope through. She needed resolve and still I judged...and she was still beautiful...all you needed was that presence. Still I miss her but the Angels have to take her place, and thats what my children are. They are special to me_unlike I was for her_ so much respect on such another level. I am still waiting for her to take me in her arms......