Pretty Mom

Bet she tastes of orange fruit pastilles
Bet she wants for the stars in the sky
When she comes into work in the morning
Wonder what is on her mind?

Waiting by the lakeside
You sometimes catch her eyes alight on you

Bet her life is a half-painted canvas
Maybe fill in the spaces between

Like some fabulous anti-gravity machine
She makes me happy
She knows how I feel
She knows what I mean
Here she comes!