My Finest Hour

My finest hour, take one. A message to mothers everywhere If my mother left me alone with you Just for sixty moments in time First with words, then kisses and a single flower I would share with you my finest hour But she will not leave me alone with you Not for love nor money nor bribe Over both our futures she holds such power And she keeps from me my finest hour My finest hour, my finest hour She keeps from me my finest hour My finest hour, my finest hour She keeps from me my finest hour Yeah Now see how easily her eyes grow tired When just she and me sit by the fireside But no matter how soft he creeps inside Soon as his eyes meet mine, hers open wide And she sips at her tea looking like the milk turned sour (Looking like the milk turned sour) (Looking like the milk turned sour) And she keeps from me Yeah, she keeps from me my finest hour My finest hour My finest hour My finest hour She keeps from me my finest hour My finest hour My finest hour She keeps from me my finest hour My finest hour My finest hour She keeps from me my finest hour