You're a grown woman Good at what you do I'm happy as hell When I'm alone whit you As you stroke my body And soothe my brow With everything That the law will allow I pray "Don't turn out like your mother"
(repeat)
Im a grown man Over 21 I've got an ugly face But I have a lot of fun So if spill a glass Or break a dish I hear your voice And I make this wish Please "Don't turn out like your mother"
Don't turn out Don't turn out Don't turn out like your mother I couldn't stand it And I'll be damned if I'm gonna live with another
So many woman Give you so much Civilized ways And a gentle touch A different perspective That's as bright as a button But then you wake up one morning And it all counts for nothing Cos she's turned into her mother
Don't turn out Don't turn out Don't turn out like your mother I couldn't stand it And I'll be damned if I'm gonna live with another
It's not the way she looks It's not the food she cooks Her kind of indignation Don't cause me trepidation But to live with a woman like this Would take a masochist Or someone who could get and could stay permanently pissed
(repeat)
You're a grown woman Good at what you do I'm happy as hell When I'm alone with you As you stroke my body And soothe my brow With everything That the law will allow
Im a grown man Over 21 I've got an ugly face But I have a lot of fun So if spill a glass Or break a dish Don't get on to me Like some haranguing witch
Don't turn out like your mother Don't turn out Don't turn out Don't turn out like your mother I couldn't stand it And I'll be damned if I'm gonna live with another
It's not her looks Or the way she cooks That wakes me up in a cold sweat It's just the knowledge That if it happened I couldn't drink enough to forget
Don't turn out (etc) Don't end up (etc)
Compositores: Charles Stobo Reid (Charlie Reid), Craig Morris Reid (Craig Reid) ECAD: Obra #4435977