me and all the other mothers

me and all the other mothers

we hang around the playground all day

watching over all of our precious young ones

we watch them climb and slide and swing and play

yeah

we were sippin' on our coffee containers

chit-chattin' telling little white lies

labour

horror-stories and painless abortions

i wasn't feeling like one of the guys

barefootin' all over that sand-pile

get down from that jungle