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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ian Hunter
Ian Hunter
Vocals
Mick Ralphs
Mick Ralphs
Mandolin
Overend Watts
Overend Watts
Bass Guitar
Dale Griffin
Dale Griffin
Drums
Mick Hince
Mick Hince
Bells
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Hunter
Ian Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mott the Hoople
Mott the Hoople
Producer
Alan "Madswitcher" Harris
Alan "Madswitcher" Harris
Recording Engineer
Bill Price
Bill Price
Recording Engineer
John Leckie
John Leckie
Recording Engineer
Pete Swettenham
Pete Swettenham
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Vic Anesini
Vic Anesini
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I scream at you for sharing
And I curse you just for caring
I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty
And I tell you not to see me
And I tell you not to feel me
And I make your life a drag, it's such a pity
And I watch your warm glow palin'
And I watch your sparkle fadin'
As you realise you're failin', 'cause you're so good
No, I don't mean to upset you
But there's so much crime to get through
If only I could make it easier then I would
Oh, I wish I was your mother
I wish I'd been your father
And then I would have seen you
Would have been you as a child
Played houses with your sisters
And wrestled with all your brothers
And then who knows
I might have felt a family for a while
It's no use me pretendin'
You give and I do the spendin'
Is there a happy ending? I don't think so
'Cause even if we make it
I'll be too far out to take it
You'll have to try and shake it from my head
Oh, I wish I was your mother
I wish I'd been your father
And then I would have seen you
Would have been you as a child
Played houses with your sisters
And wrestled with all your brothers
And then who knows
I might have felt a family for a while
Written by: Ian Hunter
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