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Maybe my mother will be a dancer when she gets to heaven

Maybe she’ll go puttin on the Ritz with Fred Astaire

Maybe it’ll be Saint Laurent maybe even

Either way I know she won’t be caught dead wearing a cheap dress to that

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But I hope she finds a way to be ok with other things

She never broke but always tried to mend

And began to spin around in pirouettes way off in the sky

And make her way from New York to Paradise

Maybe my mother will be Debbie Harry when she gets to Heaven

Maybe she’ll be the rock star I couldn’t be

Whether it’s Radio City maybe even The Garden

Either way I know you won’t find a single seat even way up in The Nosebleeds

But I hope she finds a way one day to forgive all the things

I said to her in my miserable teens

And begin the single greatest sing-along

Even kiss couldn’t deny

And make her way from New York to Paradise

And walk right inside to the front of the line

Where there’s a table waiting

With all the wine you can drink and

All the guests are complaining about the noise we’re makin

But before too long everyone is gonna join in

Maybe my mother will be Diana when she gets to Heaven

Maybe the Queen of Scotts will come back and walk her down

Cambridge, Cornwall and Wales

Maybe Brunswick or Scotland

Either way I know she’ll be the Dutchess of them all and wear a gentle crown

But I hope she finds a way to make some good things from all the bad

The men in her life always seemed to bring

And begin a slow walk down the centre aisle

To the guy that treats her right

And make her way from New York to Paradise

And walk right inside to the front of the line

Where Mother’s waiting

With all the dogs that keep barking

Cos they’ve been waiting on you to walk them

So hurry up cos your brother’s watching

Howdy doody, and your mother’s baking

A meatloaf while Jim’s contemplating

The stars in the

So enjoy this simple piece

But don’t forget about me

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