Sorry, mama There are times I get carried away Please, don't worry Next time I'm home, I'll still be the same
And I know it's no fun When your first son Gets up to no good Starts freaking out the neighborhood
Really, I'm fine Never been better, got no job on the line Sincerely, don't worry Same old boy that you hoped you would find
And I know it's no fun When your first son Gets up no good Starts freaking out the neighborhoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
