I keep thinking of your mumnWish I could have been her sonnThere's no reason I just can't controlnDid my genetic go wrong?nnAre the others… are they better ? Are they better ?nNo the others, they can't be better !nnWhen you're feeling insecurenShe just waves away your thoughtsnYou can feel it she's a bombnWhen she dyes her hair in blondennAre the others… are they better ? Are they better ?nNo the others, they can't be better !nnI beg, I plead you to take me homenI was destined for your mumnI believenI was destined for hernnYou're touchy, touchy, touchy (4x)