Mamma's Boy

Coming on in with the grass stained jeans
Slammed the screen door and I watched the house lean
Coming in by sundown is always the same
Playing Cowboys and Indians mom it's just a game
I did my job good if the good was the best
So I'll be sleeping like a baby off the naughty list

'Cause she's a real go getter when she's coming real fast
I'd like to take my time but I'd show up dead last
If the past was the future and the present was then
She'd be stitching up the kitchen with a taste of sin
We may be deranged but we're alright
We are the kids past midnight

We grow up every weekend with a calendar girl
We taken in money but she ain't no pearl
Say a tight mini skirt's like a wedding dress
With a Capri Smoke to finish

The girls no your plan so go get your joy
But you can't put it past no Mama's boy

The girls no your plan so go get your joy
But you can't put it past no Mama's boy



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Nichols
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