They ask me at each wedding toast
Don't you want a kid the most
But I've got plans and peace and plans
I don't need tiny sticky hands
I travel light, I sleep in late

No lunchbox life, no playdate fate
Got dreams to chase, not shoes to tie
And I don't owe a reason why
I'm not your mama, not your dream

Not a crib, not a little team
No bottles, bibs or baby cries
I've got wine and open skies
I'm not your mama, not your path

Don't confuse me with your math
My life is full, my joy is mine
And freedom's one fine valentine
No biologic clock in sight

Just sunlit brunches and quiet nights
I raise myself and damn I grow
No diapers, debt or PTA or show
Got love to give, just not that way

Not every heart was built to stay
And if I change, I'll let you know
Then back off my uterus, bro
I'm not your mama, not your dream

Not a crib, not a little team
No bottles, bibs or baby cries
I've got wine and open skies
I'm not your mama, not your plan

Don't mistake me for your clan
I'm in peace and play and that's just fine
Okay
No shame, no guilt, no waiting room

My joy don't grow in a nursery bloom
I'm building castles in the air
Child free, wild and fully aware
I'm not your mama, I'm my own

Queen of calm in my zone
No lullabies or late night cries
Just silent stars and daring skies