Proud of Your Boy / Reflection Songtext
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Proud of Your Boy / Reflection Songtext
Proud of your boy
I′ll make you proud of your boy
Believe me, bad as I've been, Ma
You′re in for a pleasant surprise
I've wasted time
I've wasted me
So say I′m slow for my age
A late bloomer, Okay, I agree
That I′ve been one rotten kid
Some son, some pride and some joy
But I'll get over these lousin′ up
Messin' up, screwin′ up times
You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part
Someone′s gonna make good
Cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally make you
Proud of your boy
Look at me
I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter
Can it be
I'm not meant to play this part?
Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself
I would break my family's heart
Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don′t know?
Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am, though I′ve tried
When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?
How I pray, that a time will come
I can free myself, and meet their expectations
On that day, I'll discover someway to be myself
And to make my family proud
They want a docile lamb (Someday and soon I′ll make you)
No-one knows who I am (proud of your boy though I can't)
Must there be a secret me (make myself taller or smarter or handsome)
I′m forced to hide? (or wise)
Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show, who I am inside?
I′ll do my best, what else can I do?
Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you
Mom I will try to, try hard to make you, proud of your boy
(When will my reflection show, who I am inside)
I′ll make you proud of your boy
Believe me, bad as I've been, Ma
You′re in for a pleasant surprise
I've wasted time
I've wasted me
So say I′m slow for my age
A late bloomer, Okay, I agree
That I′ve been one rotten kid
Some son, some pride and some joy
But I'll get over these lousin′ up
Messin' up, screwin′ up times
You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part
Someone′s gonna make good
Cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally make you
Proud of your boy
Look at me
I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter
Can it be
I'm not meant to play this part?
Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself
I would break my family's heart
Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don′t know?
Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am, though I′ve tried
When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?
How I pray, that a time will come
I can free myself, and meet their expectations
On that day, I'll discover someway to be myself
And to make my family proud
They want a docile lamb (Someday and soon I′ll make you)
No-one knows who I am (proud of your boy though I can't)
Must there be a secret me (make myself taller or smarter or handsome)
I′m forced to hide? (or wise)
Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show, who I am inside?
I′ll do my best, what else can I do?
Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you
Mom I will try to, try hard to make you, proud of your boy
(When will my reflection show, who I am inside)
Writer(s): Alan Menken, David Joel Zippel, Jerry Goldsmith, Matthew Wilder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com