Whenever we have wanted,
We'd jump in the ocean,
Skin dip and rip off
The waves and the tide
My hair would be shining and
Fall 'round my shoulders,
Pretty as a picture
Of an American Girl
My mother would always
Be mothers like mothers
Too much to save,
Too much to spend
And we would go down
To the ice cream truck,
Eating chocolate, vanilla,
And strawberry shortcake
And dance on the beach
To the radio funk
But before I would give up,
Surrender my mother,
I'd be in denial,
A measure of l.u.v.