You said when you lent me $20 You wouldn't hold it to me, yeah? But your breath still tastes like sherry on my lips And I haven't drank a bottle since I'm a mother to my cat And I'm a father to my friends I pick them up from school And I make all the rules And I cook them breakfast You think cause you carry a briefcase And take the L to work That I'll cut up all your vegetables Well baby you're driving me berserk I cut my own hair And I cut my friends too I'm a working mother And I'm a working father too