It’s a funny thing
Being your mother

I had 9 months to prepare
Yet I don’t feel quite ready
I still feel like you came out of nowhere
An apparition full of bliss

After hosting both our souls
I got smaller all of a sudden
From belly to boobies
You were in my arms to carry

I take care of you all day and all night
I love you to the moon and back
Yet it’s a funny thing being your mother
I can’t quite figure out what it is for me

It’s as if I got delivered the most precious little package
Without the instruction manual or the Ikea key
You’re a puzzle to me
Or maybe more of a mystery

Your soul is so unique
You are wise beyond
I guess I feel a little intimidated
Being the mother of such an old light being

No need to worry we got plenty of time
To solve this daughter equation
But who knows if there will ever be a definite answer
To what it means to be your mother

Let it rip
Go all in
What are you afraid of

You’re spending so much time doing your own PR
All that energy wasted
What will you do with that one precious life

The choice is yours
Live it for others or make it your own
Keep pretending or speak the truth
Hide behind conventions or show your true colours

You think it doesn’t matter
You’re wrong
Every decision, every action
Has a reaction, a repercussion

The more you be, the more we all
You got very little time of your end
The clock is ticking
Liberation now, is yours to take

If only you go for it
What are you afraid of

Tu fais la sieste mon bébé
Ça fait déjà quelques heures
Je te porte contre mon cœur
Ta petite tête lourde sur ma poitrine

C’est long
Fatiguée, je n’arrive pas à trouver le sommeil
Une partie de moi veut rester
Éveillée

Dans une espèce de transe
Je regarde le vide
Mon cerveau à off
Mon cœur qui prend toute la place

Quelque part entre midi et quatorze heures
J’ai trouvé une paix intérieure
Tu m’apaises, mon cœur
Dans ces moments de rien
Nos âmes s’accordent
C’est peut-être juste ça, le bonheur

My little bundle of love
A warm precious package
That I’d never return or exchange

Watching you sleep
My heart pours over you
Rainbows and sunshine rays
Like the Care Bear Mama

Yet I feel lonely today
My cup’s a bit empty, I cannot lie
Giving you my everything
And no one’s pouring in

You’re dressed quite funny
You got a style of your own
Little pink dresses aren’t your thing
You’re already too punk rock to play that game

Vintage 90s clothes
Flashy neon leggings and ruffles
You can wear anything and make it cool
A fashionista, a trendsetter

You got the attitude to match the outfit
An “I don’t give a damn” that makes you so attractive
You’re the kind of girl that leads the way
The kind of girl we wish we’d all be friends with

Keep showing all your colors
Let your personality shine through
The world needs more people like you
My favorite, Miss Froufrous

The nurses, they carry you
Talking to you like a little lady
Moving you around like a baby

They haven’t locked eyes with you
Otherwise they’d know
This isn’t your first rodeo

Oh wise soul, blessed old soul
You’ve come to teach us all
About the wonders we’ve missed all along

Come on, you say
Follow my lead I’ll show you the way
How to be really happy
How to live in joy and harmony

This isn’t my first rodeo
It’s gonna be my best one
Actually this might be the last
Wanna join me for this wild ride?