I caught you when your line got disconnected trouble. Respect the hive, it seems like days since you ejected. Your mom and I will dance you through your bad weather. Young love is fine, just please respect the candles as they line.
Now Son! I won't waste time, I won't waste mine
I know there will be times, you wonder why it can't stay simple Your mom and I. To pet your head and dress your lettuce. Don't work all night and split your hair and sleep on numbers. Young love is bright. Just please respect the candles in a line.
Now Son! I won't let you get through my head, I won't let you get to my head.