Mom. Stop calling me on my cell at 3 in the morning to ask what I'm doing.
I'm not a little girl and I can take care of myself.
I'm perfectly capable of living on my own.
Don't tell me to clean my room, or tell me not to be home late.
I know you love me but just please stop bugging me.
And so yeah, I'm not gonna clean my room, and I might just be home late tonight.
I've been in the nest for far too long, I'm not a baby bird.
If you'd give me the chance to try, gimme one little push and mama, watch me fly!
Because I can't be a star if I don't take my bow, and I can't take my bow without a curtain call and if you don't let me get onto the stage then I won't get the curtain call and I won't be able to be a star.