Every mom wants her little boy

To grow up and be a hero

Size years of age

She planted the seed

His young hands burdened

Bewildered and confused

How how the hell can a little boy satisfy a womans needs



Nobody told him what you are

Not what she needs you to be

She made him her lover

But only through words

Inappropriate intimacy ....

And high hopes and dreams

She made him her babbot

Wound him so tight that she robbed him of his youth

Worrying about how to live up to

Expectations so high



Nobody told him what you are

Not what she needs you to be

Forever imprisoned by she

And standards that he can not hold

Till mammas little hero sets himself free

Hell always be a man child walking

Forever frightened

By those big scary words,

Committment and need

A deep distrust that he could never satisfy

That a woman could love him for free



Say be what you are

Not what she needs you to be

Be what you are

Not what she needs you to be

Mammas little hero