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