She can laugh with the girls
She can throw like a guy
And she can ruin your plans and she knows when you lie
And then she always says please be open with me
Yeah I'm not her child
But she's more like a mother to me

If you stay for the night
When you wake make up the bed
Hang around for breakfast
She will make sure you're well fed
Wash your face before kissing
And soon you will see
Yeah, she'd be a great date
But she's more like a mother to me...

Oh, she will clean off the shelves
She can dust if she wants
She is way past her prime
Oh, and she often goes out
Um, unless she stays in
She just pays it no mind

She will cook and she'll clean
And make sure you are well fed
She sees what you' are doin'
With eyes behind her head
She will keep on nagging
Til you need to break free
She washes all my clothes
So she's more like a mother to me.

Oh, with a peck on the cheek
She can drive you to work
When the weather is bleak
Oh, and you better say please
While you're on bended knees
And she'll hope you don't freak

She is obliquely shy
And then funny and loud
But, she will speak her mind and
Stands out in a crowd
But she can't act recklessly
There's too much to do
And, the best you can do
Is say "I'll cook for you,"
Still, she's more like a mother to me