I`ll tell you la**, The world`s not here To be at your beck and call, There`s many worse off than you, You`re heading for a fall. I`ll tell you la**, I`m not here To be your unpaid maid, I`ve loved, fed and protected you That`s finished I`m afraid. I`ll tell you la**, As you sit there You might only be 'eighty two', But it`s about time 'Someone' Made a woman out of you.