Mama, Mama. If life were a book,
Would you take things out, or maybe re-look?
Do you wish to change a certain page?
The love, the tears, the hurt, the pain?
All the things that ever made you cry?
Would you tear out the page about the mean guys?

Mama, Mama, it's not a joke.
Would it be better if it were re-wrote
To erase the people that would crush your heart
Like Daddy--The one who made it all start

Mama, Mama, please don't cry.
I'll kiss your cheeks until they're dry.
One more question, pretty please
Would you erase everything on the pages of me