Mother's Boy

I will only choose to see Women who do the work for me And when they've finally had enough I'll run on back to mum See if I know I'm not man enough What's the point in growing up? My progressive ideology Masks my immaturity I want to forever fly In the midnight London sky And then come home to see My mother waiting up for me This thing called love? Well, it's not mine to give But when I crumble, I need to know That you'll be there with love to show Oh, I'm really ever so grateful That you were ever so faithful And spent so much time on mе While I only drowned your seed