You're a momma's boy, aren't you?

I can tell by the way you whine for my attention,

then ignore my very presence.

Sliding your love across my lap,

to lay your head where you won't learn your lesson.

Doing body rolls to make a scene,

looking for a way to touch my feet.

Reaching for reasons to stay up late,

it's not my fault,

they all just love to fall for me.