If I had the ocean, so vast and blue,
Or if I had the sky, I’d give it to you,
But all I had was a smile,
Petty and meek,
So you got hooked while I was barely a week,
I was innocent and small,
And you risked it all,
For a man you barely knew,
How could you?
But even I have to admit,
That if you ever decided to quit,
I’d still laugh at all your jokes,
We’d never trust any blokes,
And you’d still be a perfect mother to me.
You probably don’t know me,
You probably don’t care,
But I want you to know,
That I have red hair.