My momma wouldn't say you were a nice guy But you're under forty and you have a job My momma wouldn't say you was a good boy But you're making money and you're working hard so I'm going to take you out, I don't feel like it's wrong Me and my momma, we don't get along My momma, she would say your hair was too long But your hair exactly is what I like the best And my momma she would say you was a hoodlum But I don't know no hoodlum and you don't pa** the test I'm going to take you out, I don't feel like it's wrong Me and my momma, we don't get along Oh, baby, I'm standing so close, I can't back down You're smiling and I know, I'm over and done now I am done now My momma say that it was wrong to see you I lie just to meet you, I lie to get in And my momma she would say that I deceived you But that's the only way I knew how to begin So maybe you got your own problems, who doesn't? I'm crazy, you're addicted, we are all of a sudden My momma, she would love you like I love you If she ever met you, if she ever knew My momma, she would fall right on top of you If she'd ever saw you, she'd be smitten, too I'll never take you home, I want you all for my own Don't let my momma hear your pretty song I'm going to take you out, I don't feel like it's wrong Me and my momma, we don't get along