I could be the lover 
Of anybody but her 

I see her every morning 
And watch her fingers forming 
Shapes that are as graceful 
As a baby's face full 
Of hope until it turns to 
neediness that burns through 
Your heart like it was butter 
In the mouth of someone's mother 

certain scent of perfume 
Makes me think of her room 
And how I've never been there 
Lightly touching her bare 
Back and gently soaking 
In the sweet unspoken 
I could be her lover 
If it weren't for Mother 

BETTY! BETTY! 
If you met me, you'd forget me 
BETTY! BETTY! 

I am so shy, every day I 
Secretly cry since my mom died 
I could be the lover 
Of anybody but her 
I could be her lover 
If it weren't for Mother