My Momma
My momma wouldn't say you were a nice guy,but you're under 40 and you have a jobMy momma wouldn't say you was a good boy,but you're making money and you're working hard
So I'm gonna take you out,I don't feel like it's wrongMe and my momma, we don't get along
My momma, she would say your hair was too long,but your hair's exactly what I like the bestAnd my momma, she would say you was a (?),but I'm an (?) and you don't pass the test
I'm gonna take you out,I don't feel like it's wrongMe and my momma, we don't get along
Oh Baby, I'm standing so close, I can't back downYou're smiling and I know I'm over and done now,I am done now
My momma would say that it was wrong to see you,I like just to meet you, I like to get inMy momma, she would say that I deceived you,but that's the only way how I knew how to begin
So maybe you've got your own problems, who doesn't?I'm crazy or addicted, we are of a sudden
My momma, she would love you like I love youif she ever met you, if she ever knewMy momma, she would fall right onto above you,if she ever saw you, she'd be smittened too.
I'll never take you home,I want you all for my ownDon't let my momma hear your pretty songI'm gonna take you on,I don't feel like it's wrongMe and my momma, we don't get along