Heart of the house

You are the original template
You are the original exemplary
How seen were you, actually?
How revered were you (honestly) at the time?

Why pleased with your low maintenance?
You loved us more
Than we couldn't love you back
Where was your ally?
Your partner in feminine crime?

Oh, mother, who's your buddy?
Oh, mother, who's got your back?
The heart of the house
The heart of the house
All hail the goddess

You were good 'ol
You were count on'er til 4 AM
You saw me run from the house
In the snow, melodramatically

Oh, mother, who's your sister?
Oh, mother, who's your friend?
The heart of the house
The heart of the house
All hail the goddess

We left the men and we went
For a walk in the Gatineau's
And talked like women
Like women to women would
Women to women would
Where did you get that from?
Must've been your father, your dad

I got it from you, I got it from you

Do you see yourself
In my gypsy garage sale ways?
In my fits of laughter?
In my tinkerbell tendencies?
In my lack of color coordination?