Lyrics

You think that life is a party and that no one loves you / It's a pity party pageant and the contestants are you / (pre-chorus) Grow on up, grow on up, you gotta get your life on track / grow on up, grow on up, we're all sick of your crap (chorus) You've gotta work it out /figure it out / Be a loving mother and not mother of another / It seems that you expect everyone to help you out / what you spend your money on, leaves residual doubt (pre-chorus) (chorus) (solo) (pre-chorus) (chorus) You've gotta work it out / figure it out / remove all doubts / so you can be a loving mother and not mother of another