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every other weekend, and holiday
bitter little freedom, comming her way
gonna make the most of, the time she has
don't wanna be alone, living in the past

she feels shes making up for, some time she missed
married at eighteen to, the first she kissed
split at twenty-two with, two little kids
filled up with regrets and, wondering what she did

so every other saturday
she goes where the lonely people play
doesn't take her long to learn the game
she comments to herself that their all the same

she swallows her pride and forgives herself
nurses a drink till nearly twelve
finds her prince charming for tonight
its ok if he's not mr right

sunday afternoon she's, just mom again
like the last two nights, had never been
cracks a little smile as, she holds her child
little do they know that, mommy went wild