Where Did I Go Wrong

Where did I go wrong?
This is not what I planned in the least.
Didn’t want him to belong to someone else til I was deceased.
At thirteen I bought him a bible, wanting a celebate preist.
When he didn’t pray along, I sang a different song.
Told him bachelorhood was grand.
Once your charms have all been revealed, you’ll be forever in demand.
There’s nothing wrong with playing the field.
Though social diseases are awkward, with antibiotics they’re healed;
herpes outbreaks don’t last long.
I guess he took it wrong.
You give them love, and treat them like kings.
A sweet asteesh of mother and son.
They get one chance, and vut the apron strings.
Hasn’t changed a bit, no denying it.
The shorter the leash, the farther they run!
Even tried to turn him gay.
Bought him Barbie, and Skipper, and Don.
Let him know it was OK, and we played dress-up with eye makeup on.
I took him to everything Sondheim!
Those halcion days are all gone.
He looked so cute in that sarong.
Would that have been so wrong?
How could he take on a wife?
I am the girl in your life!
Did that sound a little strong?
Where did I go wrong?!