I embrace the hand which I feed
To which I love to which I need
everything she does me in mind
Even though sometimes I will find
That I'm more trouble than I'm worth
And I know deep down it must hurt
To see your baby up in works
To feel that there are no perks
know It'll be over in due time
And know that my love’s sublime
for one day I hope she’ll see
the women that she made of me