Hopelessly the ghost of me sinks down into a chair And underneath the cushion there's a ribbon from her hair Just a crumpled up reminder that my daughter's only here For six weeks ever summer and Christmas every other year The role of part-time mother it's the toughest role I play Oh, my name's up there in neon lights but Lord what a price I pay Why, the only thing it cost was giving up our used-to-be's And my little angel baby by the name of Shelly Bravely I step back into my room, it's only cheap veneer And I die inside till summertime or Christmas time is near When up the stairs comes all my prayers yellin' mom it's me, I'm here For six weeks every summer and Christmas every other year Just found a note my baby wrote she left it by the phone She knew I'd need some extra strength to make it through the night alone It says I'll always love you mama although I'm only here For six weeks every summer and Christmas every other year Oh, I'd gladly give up all my fame if only I could hear My Shelly calls me mommy every morning of the year...