Every mom wants her little boy To grow up and be a hero Size years of age She planted the seed His young hands burdened Bewildered and confused How how the hell can a little boy satisfy a woman's needs Nobody told him what you are Not what she needs you to be She made him her lover But only through words Inappropriate... And high hopes and dreams She made him her babbot Wound him so tight that.... Worrying about how to live up to Expectations so high Nobody told him what you are Not what she needs you to be Forever imprisoned by she And standards that he can not hold Till mamma's little hero sets himself free He'll always be a man child walking Forever frightened By those big scary words, Committment and need A deep distrust that he could never satisfy That a woman could love him for free Say be what you are Not what she needs you to be Be what You are Not what she needs you to be Mamma's little hero