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Lyrics
you said you wanna be my baby-daddy-o
well there're a few things you oughtta know
I'm a bad mama jama with a whole lotta trauma
and I ain't coming home til you write me a song
I like em playing those old steel strings
'cus they always pick it up when it rings
when their palms get sweaty cus they'd just been bangin'
that little drummer boy,
he can put one in me
now boy you better think this through
don't tell me I'm playing too cruel
if you ain't got a tune like Seger and Marley
then what's a girl to do to set herself free?
So pick up that old guitar
that talk ain't gonna get you far
now use that brain that your sweet mama gave you
so my mean old man can rest his soul
my mean old man...daddy-o.