Photo by Carrie Thomas
Mamma
Sittin' on the porch swing
while the stopsign's a rattlin'
in the bitter breeze
Mamma
waitin' for her baby
wonderin' will he come back to me
oh baby please
Mamma don't like
Mamma don't like
Mamma don't like it
Mamma don't like no chocolate
cuz it is too sweet
Mamma
Starin' out the window
wonderin' why did he go
go away from me
Mamma's
too young to be dying
too dried up from cryin'
and too old to be free
Mamma don't like
Mamma don't like
Mamma don't like it
Mamma don't like no chocolate
cuz it hurts her teeth
Mamma
I'm sorry I'm so selfish
I'm sorry I can't help it
I'm to set in my own ways
You think it's the devil in my boudoir
but I must admit that so far
he ain't come out to play
Mamma don't like
Mamma don't like
Mamma don't like it
Mamma don't like no chocolate
cuz it hurts her teeth
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