My Momma

My momma wouldn't say you were a nice guy

But you're under forty and you have a job

My 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 wrong

Me and my momma, we don't get along



My momma, she would tell your hair was too long

But your hair exactly is what I like the best

And my momma, she would tell you was a hoodlum

But I don't know the hoodlum and you don't pass the test

I'm gonna take you out

I don't feel like it's wrong

Me and my momma, we don't get along



Oh, baby, you're standing so close, I can't back down

You're smiling and I know I'm over and done now

I am done now

My momma'd say that it was wrong to see you

I lie just to meet you, I lie to get in

My momma, she would say that I deceived you

But that's the only way I knew how to begin

So maybe you got your own problems

Who doesn't?



I'm crazy, you're addicted, we arere all of a sudden

My momma, she would love you like I love you

If she ever met you, if she ever knew

My momma, she would fall right on top of you

If she ever saw you, she'd be smitten too

I'll never take you home, I want you all for my own

Don't let my momma hear your pretty song

I'm gonna take you out

I don't feel like it's wrong

Me and my momma, we don't get along