You spend the first half of your life
Dreaming of the big things you're gonna do
How many kids youre gonna have and who's gonna marry you
Now I've got the house, I've got the car
I've got the kids running in the yard
And I know I've pulled the lucky cards
And I don't wanna complain
When it gets hard
It's all caught up in all these plans
A voice drowned out by life's demands
Now I'm watching it from the stands
Thinking who am I
In my mom jeans, when the kids scream
A carpool Cinderella at the mall
Am I everything I thought I would be
I know I'm somebody's mother, somebody's lover
And it's playing out in the scenes
And I'm driving and I'm trying to be
The woman of my own dreams
Woman of my own dreams
I always had this fantasy
A little girl who looks just like me
And the boy to raise right
A chip off the apple tree
So we lay down our roots and they run deep
In our neighborhood on a quiet street
And I know I won the lottery
So I don't wanna complain
Thinking who am I
In my mom jeans, when the kids scream
A carpool Cinderella at the mall
Am I everything I thought I would be
I know I'm somebody's mother, I'm somebody's lover
And it's playing out in the scenes
And I'm driving and I'm trying to be
The woman of my own dreams
Ooh ooh ooh
And my heart starts racing
Playing soccer at the park
Bedtime stories after dark
Ooh ooh ooh
So it seems
Ill always be chasing
The woman of my own dreams
The woman of my own dreams
The woman of my own dreams
The woman of my own dreams