My Momma

My momma wouldn't say you were a nice guy,
but you're under 40 and you have a job
My momma wouldn't say you was a good boy,
but you're making money and you're working hard
So I'm gonna take you out,
I don't feel like it's wrong
Me and my momma, we don't get along
My momma, she would say your hair was too long,
but your hair's exactly what I like the best
And my momma, she would say you was a hoodlum
But I'd done known a hoodlum and you don't pass the test
I'm gonna take you out,
I don't feel like it's wrong
Me and my momma, we don't get along
Oh Baby, I'm standing so close, I can't back down
You're smiling and I know I'm over and done now,
I am done now
My momma would say that it was wrong to see you,
I lied just to meet you, I lied to get in
My momma, she would say that I deceived you,
but that's the only way how I knew how to begin
So maybe you've got your own problems, who doesn't?
I'm crazy, your addicted, we are all of a sudden
My momma, she would love you like I love you
if she ever met you, if she ever knew
My momma, she would fall right on top of you,
if she ever saw you, she'd be smitten too.
I'll never take you home,
I want you all for my own
Don't let my momma hear your pretty song
I'm gonna take you on,
I don't feel like it's wrong
Me and my momma, we don't get along