Don't hug your waist and stare at me.
Don't try to hurt me with your frown.
You're leaving home young lady,
And that's the way it's going down.

Too many times, you have disobeyed.
We've both had quite enough of your lip.
We don't like the path down which you've strayed
With your friends, you think so hip.

So collect your things from your room.
Reflect on the way you've treated us.
Run to the one who filled your womb
Understand this is your exodus.

There is a finite limit to our love
You crossed the line one time too many.
Such disrespect we'd never dreamt of.
Don't expect regret, there won't be any.