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