If she wants to dance and drink all night,
Well there's no one that can stop her,
She's going till the house lights come up,
Or her stomach spills onto the floor,
This night is gonna end,
When we're damn well ready for it to be over!
Worked all week long,
Now the music is playing on our time!
We do what we do to get by,
And now we need a release!
She got mixed with the wrong guys,
She got messed up on the wrong drugs,
Sometimes the body takes you places,
That you didn't really plan on going,
When people see the "track-marks" on her arms,
She knows what they're thinking,
She keeps on working for that "minimum",
As if her "high school education" gave you any other options.
They don't know nothing about "REDEMPTION"!
They don't know nothing about "RECOVERY"!
Some people just aren't the type for "MARRIAGE and FAMILY".
The Mother of Intention,
Her Daughter's gonna grow up to be a "junkie",
The Mother of Intention,
Her Daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone.
She's out of step with the style,
She don't know where the action's happening,
You know the downtown club scene,
Ain't nothing like it used to be,
You reach a point where the sun is a lie in the world,
But you can't do something to make your boyfriend,
Think that you're still in your 20's,
But they keep getting younger don't they, Baby?
She still waiting for someone to still come over and ask for the priviledge,
She can still hear that "Rebel Yell" just as loud as it was in 1983,
There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her.
And she doesn't care!
The Mother of Intention,
Her Daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie,
The Mother of Intention,
Her Daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone.
And if she had to live it all over again,
You know she wouldn't change anything for the world!