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.