A little girl,
Pigtails and wide-eyed,
Trying on Mummy's too big, high-heeled shoes.
Lipstick smeared across her cheeks.

A little boy,
Pressing buttons on the remote,
Drinking juice as Daddy takes a swig of bear.
He'll be on that, too, in no time.

She watches you,
And he watches you.
But there comes a day when watching isn't enough;
When their need to be like you dwindles.

Peers, hormones, growing up.
She wears more make-up than Mummy,
And he drinks more beer than Daddy,
And they don't listen to their rules anymore.

And from this viewpoint,
They all look so ridiculous.
Wanting to break the rules,
All because it's 'cool'.

Sweetie, you're fourteen-years-old,
Take off that make-up,
And ride a bike;
Instead of boys.

Kid, you look pathetic,
Put that bottle down,
And clean up your attitude,
You're not fooling anyone.

Adolescents,
They think they know it all,
But the truth is,
We know nothing.

We're all those same children,
Trying on Mummy's shoes
And holding Daddy's remote,
We've just been doing it longer now.