He'll be close by
Twice a week, you'll see him
So don't cry, my dear
You're old enough to make your rules
About caffeine, ca**ette tapes and
The cable TV
Dinner's in the microwave
I'm off to work
And leaving you a key
Despite what I said
I'm moving downtown instead
I'm sure we'll (he'll) find a spot
To put your bed
I've asked he knock
He lived here once
And thinks he can just walk right in
She won't come down, but sends a note
"It's the first, where's my check
And why is it late?
Let's stay out of each other's way
Let me know which functions
And which dates"
I need more time
Three houses and I'm behind
Here's some paperwork For her (him) to sign
I know this must feel like
You're choosing sides
No one's wrong or right
But soon they'll ask you to decide
Don't feel any pressure
I know he'd (she'd) agree
She'll (he'll) always be your mom (dad)
But don't you think you're better off with me?
Don't you think you're better off
Don't you think you're better off
Don't you think you're better off with me? (x2)