I still had rice in my hair, still had stars in my eyes, When I started pickin' up your underwear the other night. There they were on the floor when I woke up today: If you don't pick 'em up, I'm gonna throw 'em away. Oh, I know I call you "baby", But that's just a figure of speech.
I ain't your Mama; (I ain't your Mama.) Oh, I love you to death, but I didn't take you to raise. I ain't your Mama, (I ain't your Mama.) But I know why she gave you away.
You like to stroll in from work, have your supper at five, Oh, I used to be a sucker for those big pretty eyes. Well, the kitchen's all yours, mister, you got two hands. It's time for you to learn to wipe a pot and a pan. So you're hungry for spaghetti: Well, baby, don't look at me.
I ain't your Mama; (I ain't your Mama.) Boy, I love you to death, but I didn't take you to raise. I ain't your Mama, (I ain't your Mama.) But I know why she gave you away.
It ain't like you ain't good to me. You're as cute as you can be. I know you're used to doin' what you wanna, But I ain't your Mama. Sorry, baby.
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Oh yeah, I wanna make love. But you can make the bed up!
I ain't your Mama; (I ain't your Mama.) Oh, I love you to death, but I didn't take you to raise. I ain't your Mama, (I ain't your Mama.) But I know why she gave you away.
I ain't your Mama, (I ain't your Mama.) But I sure know why she gave you away, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
