You sound just like my mother

You sound just like my mother Your hair and your eyes like my mother The mirror is bored of this other Each day I see more of my mother You're following right in her footsteps You paint the same face that she had You're trying to become your mother To understand why she's so mad In cycles, in circles, in spirals Need to figure her out, that is final In cycles, in circles, in spirals In cycles, in circles, in spirals In cycles, in circles, in spirals Need to figure her out, that is final In cycles, in circles, in spirals In cycles, in circles, in spirals You sound just like my mother (My mother, my mother, my mother, my) Your hair and your eyes like my mother (My mother, my mother, my mother, my) The mirror is bored of this other (this other, this other, this other, this) Each day I see more of my mother (My mother, my mother, my mother, my) You sound just like my mother (in cycles, in circles, in spirals) Your hair and your eyes like my mother (need to figure her out, that is final) The mirror is bored of this other (in cycles, in circles, in spirals) Each day I see more of my mother (in cycles, in circles, in spirals) In cycles, In circles, In spirals Need to figure her out, that is final In cycles, in circles, in spirals In cycles, in circles, in spirals (My mother, my mother, my mother, my)