LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
Even though she smiles
She has a heavy heart
For again setting
An extra plate
A nasty habit
Since her son
Went off to study
And packed his boxes
She'd been warned
It'd be tough
When the youngest one
Left the nest
It seems crazy to her
This time gone by
The laundry basket
Doesn't overflow anymore
Of course she's proud
But it stings a bit
For me, for my brothers
She did her best
My mother's one of those
Who, somehow
Are still as beautiful
Sixty years on
Sixty years on
My mother's one of those
Are still as beautiful
Sixty years on
She strokes the cat
Staring at the ceiling
She already misses
The blasting music
As she rewinds
The film of her past
Tonight she's cooking
Alphabet pasta
The table is immense
The tomcat's happy
The meal, you can guess
Is awfully quiet
Maybe it's time
To clear away
The wooden table leaves
That take up all the space
Of course she's proud
But it stings a bit
For me, for my brothers
She did her best
My mother's one of those
Which are, incidentally
Are still as beautiful
A divorce older
A divorce older
My mother's one of those
Are still as beautiful
A divorce older
Passing by
The deserted rooms
The mess from before
Makes her nostalgic
She hears the laughter
The floorboards creaking
She knows getting old
Is a beautiful rip-off
Her forehead in her palm
She's not feeling so tough
About leaving her kids
In a world of crazies
A mom has to
Always worry
Even when her little ones
Are a head taller
Of course she's proud
But it stings a bit
For me, for my brothers
She did her best
My mother's one of those
Which are, incidentally
Are still as beautiful
Four kids later
Four kids later
My mother's one of those
Are still as beautiful
Four kids later