They thought they could be me, out play me But what they failed to see Was the true love that, bond me and thee In a divine covenant for eternity Not a perfect but a blameless creed A love song played, by two bruised reeds Impossible to be duplicated, by wanta-be's Those who attempt to seize The beloved of another Strangers, friends even, sisters or brothers Can covet, all that each other, has When jealousy surpass, reason Betrayals and treason, seem to be in season For there is a time for every matter To disregard or gather Think the grass greener and rather Have, a chance to see Foolishly think, they wanta-be me Lord, knows, that could never be For who can alter, a God given destiny? Surely not a wanta be, first chair
No one can play me...better than Me, Mommy Dearest
