You know it always feels like You take her side Clicks her fingers and You arrive to see her cry I got two of my own kids I'm a slave to my mortgage I don't ask you for nothing Will it always be like this? And you're struggling to hide it And oh no, you've decided It's not each in your own way I can tell by your words, say Who do you love? And she reads like a textbook I do things in other ways Never did understand And when she cries I walk away She has younger than my kids You're a slave for her baggage And I try but it wears thin To be nice but I can't win And you're struggling to hide it And oh no, you've decided It's not each in your own way I can tell by your words, say Who do you love? Mother, mother, mother I'm in need of your attention Can we hold a conversation Where she goes without a mention If I make it look easy You can blame my good intention Take a walk in my world Who do you love? Who do you love?