I used to pick flowers for my mum
I'd play cards with my dad
He always let me win
But looking back I feel sad
Because it's all over now
Disowned simply cos I lied
And now I cry cos my dad
Well, I may as well have died
But when I really think
I'm glad your gonna be lonely
Cos you hurt me too much in my youth
I don't really mind you disowned me
One less christmaa present to buy.
