Fifty hour week, no fun, no sleep, pulling that overtime It's a delicate dance working like a man while you're keeping your apron tied Don't seem fair, gotta color your hair, and you're barely thirty six years old Livin for a sip, knowing what you're gonna get at the door when you get home
Clean, clean, clean that kitchen Wipe them babies' tears Hearing your old man bitching while the phone's screaming in your ear Holding it together, hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank Now I know why my mama drank
She'd hide behind her Maybelline smile, lord knows her nerves are shot So when the kids went down and the lights went out, she pour a little [turn-it-off?] Now i'm on the back steps with my first cigarette and my third glass of cheap red wine Cause she taught me what a woman really needs to keep her warm at night, yeah
Cause it's clean, clean, clean that kitchen Wipe them babies' tears Hearing your old man bitching while the phone's screaming in your ear Holding it together, hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank Now I know why my mama drank Yes she did
Clean, clean, clean that kitchen Wipe them babies' tears Hearing your old man bitching while he's sucking down another beer Yeah you're holding it together, hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank Yeah, I know why my mama drank Yeah, I can see it now how a little shot of crown could sure fill up her tank Yeah, I know why my mama drankTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
