I wear my jeans too short and my neck lines too low
I'm gettin' stared at wherever I go
I wear my jeans too tight and I stay out all night
When you turn me on you see how I can fight
And now my preoccupation is makin' love
Ah (ahh) Ah (ahh) Ah (ahh - ahh)
I gotta bad reputation through playin' it rough
I like your stimulation but that ain't enough
So don't take me home baby, na-na-na-na-na-na,
'Cause your mamma won't like me, yeah, oh
So don't take me home honey now, na-na-na-na-na-na
'Cause your mamma won't like me-ah
I like my music loud and I stand out in a crowd
By doin' ever'thing I know I shouldn't do
So when ya hold me tight, I won't put up a fight
I'll just knock you out and watch you comin' to
Just put me in a situation where I'm turnin' you o-on
Ah (ahh) Ah (ahh) Ah (ahh - ahh)
I'll be the devil's re-creation and before too long
You could feel a sensation, there's a hold so strong
So don't take me home baby, na-na-na-na-na-na
'Cause your mamma won't like me-ah
Hey, your mamma won't like me-ah
So don't take me home honey now, na-na-na-na-na
Ah, your mamma won't like me
Your mamma won't like me, Oh, I know, ooh
Yeah-eah, my preoccupation is of makin' lo-ove
Ah (ahh) Ah (ahh) Ah (ahh - ahh)
I gotta bad reputation through playin' it rough
I like your stimulation but that ain't enough
So don't take me home ba-aby, na-na-na-na-na-na
'Cause your mamma won't like me-ah, oh, your mamma won't like me
So don't take me home honey, now, na-na-na
Your mamma don't like me-ah, your mamma won't like me
Oh, your mamma won't like me, no, your ma
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