She had 13 kids, each one had 13 problemsnThree uppers, ten downers, just to put up with thisnAnd she don't know which children belong to which fathernBut she loves them all anyway and they each get a kissnnAnd the toilet ain't flushing and the toaster is smokingnThe vacuum don't suck but it needs a new beltnBut she saw the world through the eyes of a childnAnd remembers how good it was and how good it feltnnHe picked up the paper from the bitter cold morningnHe had just gone to sleep, he had to get up for worknBy morning he's a watchman and by night he's a waiternIn the late afternoon he works as a clerknnAnd he can't pay the doctor bills, he just can't afford the pillsnThe car's repossesed and the child support's duenBut he saw the world through the eyes of a childnBig problems seem smaller and old things seem newnnShe was just six when she turned her first tricknNow she's thirteen and it don't make her sicknAnd she does lots of crystal and she owns her own pistolnGot a goldfish named Silver and a pimp who's named RicknnAnd some are like customers and some are like patientsnShe'd have gone back to school if she'd just had the patiencenBut she saw the world through the eyes of a childnNone of the nightmares, and nothing to denynnShe saw the world through the eyes of a childnYes she's seen it all and she knows they're all lies