my mom gave me the biggest slice of birthday cake.
She said, "Son, get your life
moving on a forward track."
So, I marched upstairs
and my sister helped me pack.
Well, I saw your name.
I saw your name.
It's never enough. No, no, it's never enough. I thought it was too tough, but it's really not that tough. I'll make it work by myself, I'll have perfect health. I'll call once a week, I'll stand up straight when I speak. But all I want is to hear you say: