Your Girl

(from the original musical “When Love Was You”)

Mama, see what’s become
Of your sweet, little girl
Now that she’s alone.
So all alone…

Mama, don’t even try
To forgive
What you can’t understand,
Everything’s in hand.

I always knew
Where good girls would go
If goodness wouldn’t sell…
Straight to hell and back again…

And here I am,
Not feeling what a girl like me should feel,
Somehow I’ve become less than men,
No more than flesh,
I’ve become unreal.

Mama, see me dance for him
And take his gifts for me.

Mama, see what’s become
Of your girl,
No more a little girl
With ribbons in her hair
And hugs to show I care.

Mama, can you believe this is me?
Mama, can you believe
That what you see
Used to be sweet and lovely?

Mama, Mama,
Don’t betray me,
Say you’ll take me home,
I love you,
Say you love Your Girl.