To them you're just a housewife
doing housework every day
And I come home each evening
with a headache for my pay
But we've got a teenage son,
And the littlest greatest love
To them we may seem trivial
and our troubles may have been small
with wars and tragedies and all
But to us they were important
and we solved them as they stirred
With the littlest greatest love
It was not a classic romance
When I asked you all those questions
But I wouldn't change those moments
for a po et's clever lines
We will still have understanding
when he's long run out of rhymes
To them we're sentimental,
foolish, sad and getting old
And they might be right believing
all the magic they're being told
But we've got our teenage son,
And the littlest greatest love
The littlest greatest love