CAN'T TELL MOTHER

I'm peeling butter  I'm wee-ing wine
I can't tell mother  It's a waste of time
But don't you worry  I'm doing fine
I just can't tell mother  It's a waste of time

Why can't you tell her what you know to be true 
Why can't she know the thing that worries you

I'm feeling better  I'm doing fine
So don't tell mother  It's a waste of time
Wo-oh yeah

Is there something she should know
Something he won't tell?
Something that could make her feel more scared?
Maybe something he can see  
Something he can't share?
Because he knows that she is unprepared?

Now hear me, sisters  And I won't lie
But I can't tell mother  Ain't gonna try
And don't you worry  I'm doing fine
I just can't tell mother  It's a waste of time