My mother says I am a pretty girl She says that I have my father´s eyes Oh, my mother says that I am beautiful But she picks apart her every shape and size So when my mother says I am a pretty girl
While I´m walking around with my mother´s thighs Oh, when my mother says that I am beautiful Oh, I´m thinking to myself, my mother lies Because if she don´t think she´s pretty, how can I?