I used to know my mother
She used to know her daughter, too
We used to know each other, mother
We used to know each other, mother
But thinking about old memories
from the past
tastes better than a lollipop
Feels better than a praise
Feels better than a ride
on a merry-go-round
I used to know my father
He used to know her daughter, too
We used to know each other, father
We used to know each other, father
But thinking about old memories
from the past
tastes better than a lollipop
Feels better than a praise
Feels better than a ride
on a merry-go-round
Am I different because I'm bolder?
Am I new because I'm older?
Do you know me at all
let me know