Your Mamma Won't Like Me текст песни

Your Mamma Won't Like Me

Your Mama Won’t Like Me
Альбом 1975 года

Автор:

(Chapman/Chinn)

I wear my jeans too short, and my neckline's too low

I'm getting stared at wherever I go

I wear my jeans too tight, and I stay out all night

And when you turn me on you'll see how I can bite

And now my preoccupation is making love

Hon hon hon

I got a bad reputation through playing around

I like your stimulation, but that aint enough

So don't take me home babyNa Na Na Na Na

Your mamma won't like meOh

So don't take me home honey nowNa Na Na Na

'Cos your manma won't like me

I like my music loud, and I stand out in a crowd

By doing everything I know I shouldn't do

So when you hold me tight, I won't put up a fight

I'll just knock you out and watch you coming to

Just put me in a situation where I'm turning you on

Hon hon hon

I'll be the devil's recreation and before too long

You could feel the the sensation that's oh so strong

So Don't take me home babyNa Na Na Na Na

'Cos your mamma won't like me

Hey your manma won't like me

Don't take me home honey nowNa Na Na Na

Your mamma won't like me

HeyOhOoh

Yeah my preoccupation is making love

Hon hon hon

I got a bad reputation through playing around

I like your stimulation, but that aint enough

So Don't take me home babyNa Na NaNa NaOh

'Cos your mamma won't like me

So don't take me home honey nowWhoa Na Na Na Na

Your manma don't like me

Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me