Mott The Hoople

(ian hunter)
I scream at you for sharing
n I curse you just for caring
I hate the clothes youre wearing, theyre so pretty
n I tell to not to see me
n I tell you not to feel me
n I make your life a drag, its such a pity
n I watch your warm glow palin
n I watch your sparkle fadin
As you realise youre failin, cos youre so good
Now I dont mean to upset you
But theres 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 Id been your father
n then I would have seen you
Would have been you as a child
Played houses with your sisters