the db's
happenstance
Run back to your mother, tell her all the cruel things that I did Comes as no surprise to her, I was never smooth enough for her kid A mother knows what's best she said A mother knows what's good So run back to your mother, she always said you would  Happenstance we fell into an off-the-cuff vitriolic remark All I ever wanted was to make you so damn happy But the mother knows what's best she said A mother knows what's right So run back to your mother, out of mind out of sight  Think for yourself Think it through Don't let her live for you Think for yourself Think of me Think of what I'm saying Think for yourself Think for yourself Think for yourself And come back to me  When it happened, as it happened, it was the worst thing I've ever felt Someday in your cul-de-sac you'll realize what it meant A mother knows what's best she said Your ballerina curls So run back to your mother like a good little girl  Think for yourself Think it through Don't let her live for you Think for yourself Think of me Think of what I'm saying Think for yourself Think for yourself Think for yourself You'll come back to me  She walks into the room so late at night Shuts the window, Luna bright She brushes your arm and tucks you in And plants a kiss And wonders where in the where in the world you've been  Your mother knows what's best she said A mother knows what's good So run back to your mother, she always said you would She always said you would  Think for yourself Think it through Don't let her live for you Think for yourself Think of me We could be so happy Think for yourself Think for yourself Think for yourself You'll come back to me You'll come back to me You'll come right back to me Forget your mother