"Lindsey today would be great!" Mom calls up the stairs.

"Mom, I'm just finishing my make-up!" I call back.

Jeesh, I'm just finishing up my hair and make-up. I really need to look my best. It's a few minutes later when I come down the stairs, and slip into my heels. I push past Mom, and jump into the car. I honk the horn as she locks up the house.

"Hurry up! I'm gonna be late because of you!" I call.

Mom gives me this `yeah-right' look, and then laughs. I laugh to, and flip on the radio as she pulls out of the driveway.

She's never pulled anyone from a burning building
She's never rocked central park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name
She's never hit a shot to win the game
She's never left her footprints on the moon
She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world
No she's just your everyday average girl (But)

I look out the window, not really paying attention to the song, just thinking about how it will probably be just another song about a `normal' girl who finds true love.

She's somebody's hero
A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee
A little kiss is all she needs
The keeper of the cherrios
The voice that brings Snow White to life
Bedtime stories every night
And that smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero.

I remember when I used to think my mom could fix anything. If she kissed it better, then it would definitely be okay. I almost laugh out loud, when I remember how Snow White used to be my favourite Disney princess. I used to make mom read me the story every night. I've seen the movie so many times, that I know the screen play off by heart.

She didn't get a check every week like a nine-to-fiver
But she's been a waiter and cook and taxi driver
For 20 years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Givin' all her love to her was her life's ambition
But now her baby's movin' on, and she'll soon be missin' her, but not today
Those are tears of joy runnin' down her face

I wonder if Mom will cry at my wedding. Meh, probably, I mean, it's mom. She cries at those cheesy moments on movies, you know the ones that look a little too convenient. Like, well, how did he know she was going to be in that airport? Anyway, I wonder if Mom will miss me… she'd better.

She's somebody's hero
A hero to her daughter in the weddin' dress
She gave her wings to leave the nest
It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle
She walks right by
Looks back into her mother's eyes
And that smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero

O my gosh, that's exactly how my wedding will go. I swear it. Mom is just a little to emotional sometimes. I look over at her. She's gently drumming to the beat on the steering wheel, and she looks completely at peace. Hm, I wish I could be that calm. I have to give a speech in about a half hour to the whole entire 12th grade on grad.

Thirty years have flown right by
Her daughter's staring at all the photographs
Of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that
O, but she already is…

I wonder if I'm really like my mom. I mean, people tell me that everyday, and have so since I was 10. But I wonder if they're just being nice. I think it would be really gorgeous to be like my mom, I mean, she's so pretty. Not even kidding, some of the guys at my school, whenever I walk by them, start singing `Lindsey's mom's got it going on…' it's really perverted.

She's somebody's hero
A hero to mother in the rockin' chair
She runs a brush through her silver hair
The envy of the nursing home
She drops by every afternoon
Feeds her mom, with a spoon
And that smile lets her know
Her mother's smile lets her know

This is where I laugh, I mean, my mother? The envy of the nursing home? Mom gives me this look, like she knows what's going on through my head. And the spoon thing? My mom has never touched a spoon since this really freaky movie we watched together. But still, I smile back at my mom, and sing the last line softly.

She's somebody's hero.