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You spend the first half of your life Dreaming of the big things you're gonna do How many kids you gonna have And who's gonna marry you? And I've got the house, I've got the car I've got the kids running in the yard And I know I pulled the lucky cards Well, I don't wanna complain when it gets hard It's so caught up than all these plans The voice drown out while life still mends Now I'm watching it from the stands Thinking "Who am I"? In my mom' genes And the kids scream a carpel Cinderella at the mall And everything I thought I would be I know I'm somebody's mother, somebody's lover And it's playing out in the scenes And I'm driving and I'm trying to be A woman of my own dreams A woman of my own dreams I've always had this fantasy A little girl that looks just like me And the boy that'd raise wood Letras de cancionesA chip of the apple tree So, we lay down roots, and they run deep In a neighborhood, on a quiet street And I know I won the lottery So, I don't wanna complain Thinking "Who am I"? In my mom' genes And the kids scream a carpel Cinderella at the mall And everything I thought I would be I know I'm somebody's mother, somebody's lover And it's playing out in the scenes And I'm driving and I'm trying to be A woman of my own dreams (Ooh, oh-ooh) And my heart starts racing Playing soccer at the park Bedtime stories ever by (Ooh, oh-ooh) And so, it seems, I'll always be chasing A woman of my own dreams A woman of my own dreams A woman of my own dreams A woman of my own dreams From Letras Mania