You take the records, I'll take the stereo
You get the TV, and I'll take the radio
I'll keep the dishes, and you the pots and pans
You'll need a new car more than me, so I'll take the second-hand
We'll each keep our own friends, divide the rest in two
The older kids seem to understand, still there's one thing left to do
It's over in the corner, our little one sits and cries
And behind that swell of tears, she's asking with her eyes
Ohh, what you gonna do about me
What you gonna do about me
Is it daddy on the weekends and mama rest of the week
Will I have to make new friends
Live on a different street
Who's gonna be the one who tucks me in to sleep
Oh ohh, what you gonna do
What you gonna do about me
I gave her a hug, she pushed me away
I said, "In time you'll understand and maybe we both will someday"
I wiped her tears and said, "It won't be so bad"
She said, "Will you still be my mommy, will he still be my dad?"
Ohh, what you gonna do about me
What you gonna do about me
Is it daddy on the weekends and mama rest of the week
Will I have to make new friends
Live on a different street
Who's gonna be the one who tucks me in to sleep
Oh ohh, what you gonna do
What you gonna do about me
How can I tell her, when I don't know for sure
Why her mom and dad don't love each other anymore