Rules

This is wrong
This is right
Why don't you understand?
You fight

Clean that mess
Wear that dress
I want you to be happy
I guess

When I go, you'll know
By my footprints in the snow
Mama says: Where'd you go?
Daddy says: Where'd you go?
Baby says: Don't you go

She says
Rules are rules, made for fools
And you are no exception
We're tools
I won't believe
Hate my need to be a little part of a machine

Don't you dare ask why
I'll be with you all the time
Mama says: Close your eyes
Daddy says: Close your eyes
But baby, don't close your eyes