This is wrong This is right Why don't you understand? You fight Clean that mess Wear that dress I want you to be happy I guess When I go, you'll know By my footprints in the snow Mama says: Where'd you go? Daddy says: Where'd you go? Baby says: Don't you go She says Rules are rules, made for fools And you are no exception We're tools I won't believe Hate my need to be a little part of a machine Don't you dare ask why I'll be with you all the time Mama says: Close your eyes Daddy says: Close your eyes But baby, don't close your eyes