I`ll tell you lass,
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 lass,
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 lass,
As you sit there
You might only be 'eighty two',
But it`s about time
'Someone'
Made a woman out of you.