Now, mama, you neednt think that the good Lord made you tall as a derrick And said, Now Im through. But youve got that wrong Yes, youve got that wrong Now you need not think when you pass by All the other women should lay down and die Cause you got that wrong Mama, you know you got that wrong Now, you must want me to buy you a new dress every day And only take five cents for myself out of my pay But you got that wrong Mama, you know you got that wrong Now, you must want me to prove my love is true You must want me to work in the steel mill for you But youve got that wrong Yes, youve got that wrong Now, you want me to let you flirt with Tom and Sam While you go around, tell the people what a dumb cluck I am But youve got that wrong Mama, you know youve got that wrong Now, you want me to come in through your back door And for dinner eat up the crumbs off, off of your floor But you got that wrong Yes, youve got that wrong Now you want me to buy you a fur coat to keep off the cool breeze Whilst I walk around in the wintertime in my BVDs But youve got that wrong Baby, you know youve got that wrong
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