There were never any bruises for the teachers to see I learned to hide that pain with pride deep inside of me Mama laid there passed out in that sin-ridden living room And the day they came to take me away I was ten and he was to He said
Mama don't leave/stay here and play Push me on the swings/that's my favorite thing He held on for dear life and said why did you pack I don't know where you're going. Are you gonna come back Mama don't leave. Mama don't leave
New backpack and blue jeans nearly broke the bank I worked three jobs to make a life worth putting in a frame We were both scared to death on his first day of school And I shed a tear for all those years and the boy who I once knew Who said
Mama don't leave/stay here and play Push me on the swings/that's my favorite thing He held on for dear life and said why did you pack I don't know where you're going. Are you gonna come back Mama don't leave. Mama don't leave
Well I went back looking for my brother He was standing next to a half-dead version of my mother She said anything you say to him, girl, you can say to me.
I said
Mama don't leave/you left me there to play And push him on the swings/you didn't do a damn thing I held on for dear life as I watched you pack My innocence up your nose and you never came back
And Mamas don't leave. Mamas don't leave. Mamas don't leave, no.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
