Don't Do As Your Mama Do

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Getting into it, your mama got a fetish and
She gifted in ridiculousness I'm afraid of mentioning
Now, you know when your dad said what your dad meant
Watch your ass when your mama's got her medicine

At it again, getting sicker off the liquor then
Different men, slicker than the thick of them
Let's them in, strips them of their cardigan
Kicks them to the yard hard, breaks another heart again

Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do

Going 95 on 94, floored
Flipping a bunch of birds swerving into curves in her 4-door
Needs the manager whenever she's in your store
Stomping on the floor, calls the little bagger boy poor

Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do

Cakes on the Maybelline for the Vegas scene
Scores a bag of yay, snorts it off a magazine
Finds a bar, orders Johnnie, Jack and Jim beam
Stumbles to her car with a boy who barely 18
Eye winking, Lip licking, on the up and up
Kissy kissing in the front seat to pump it up
No denying mama feeling like a lucky duck
Honey starts crying when he tells her that's 100 bucks

Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do

Your mama used to have fun with your dads gun
Shooting with a batch of men out in Ashippun
Hits the Tavern then, absolutely hammered then
Twirling with the finger on the trigger, has an accident
Hops into the car to take him to the ER
Shouldn't be far but she don't know where we are
Barely beating heart, digging through the man's cards
Strips him of identity and dumps him in your dads yards

Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do
Don't do as your mama do