I used to know my mother
She used to know her daughter, too
We used to know each other, Mother
Thinking about memories from the past
Tastes better than a lollipop
Feels better than praise
Feels better than a ride
On a merry-go-round
I used to know my father
He used to know his daughter, too
Thinking about memories from the past
Tastes better than a lollipop
Feels better than praise
Feels better than a ride
On a merry-go-round
Am I different because I'm bolder?
Am I new because I'm older?
Do you know me at all?
Let me know