Mamas put your babies to sleep, story too cruelsome for
them this is. In Junior high she said goodbye to her parents and ran
away with a boy. She left her family warm and kind, all of her friends said
"youīre out of your mind". Life of her own she would find, itīs Monday and
sheīs
gotta grind.
A Job as a waitress she sure was to find, beautiful face,
mind of a child. Boy got her pregnant, Mary-Lou cried," For this I am
too young oh why did you lie" You said "itīs okay if we do it today", I was
so scared that you would go away. "Despite all the papers been signed, mama
take me
back be so kind".
Only a child, reckless and wild, needs to come
home again. He promised the moon but wonīt marry you. Nothing to do, eating
for two, heīs goinī out with
someone new. Sunshine or rain, itīs all the same, life isnīt gray
oh Mary-Lou.
Mamas do your children still sleep, in the safe of their
cradles so sweet. Story I told you I have foreseen, Your little angel ainīt
always so clean. Days to come arenīt easy to see, You can change īem but
it isnīt free. I see that you donīt believe, ooo-oo, but you will see.
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