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You’re a grown womanGood at what you doI’m happy as hellWhen I’m alone whit youAs you stroke my bodyAnd soothe my browWith everythingThat the law will allowI pray don’t turn out like your mother(repeat)Im a grown manOver 21I’ve got an ugly faceBut I have a lot of funSo if spill a glassOr break a dishI hear your voiceAnd I make this wishPlease don’t turn out like your motherDon’t turn outDon’t turn outDon’t turn out like your motherI couldn’t stand itAnd I’ll be damned ifI’m gonna live with anotherSo many womanGive you so muchCivilized waysAnd a gentle touchA different perspectiveThat’s as bright as a buttonBut then you wake up one morningAnd it all counts for nothingCos she’s turned into her motherDon’t turn outDon’t turn outDon’t turn out like your motherI couldn’t stand itAnd I’ll be damned ifI’m gonna live with anotherIt’s not the way she looksIt’s not the food she cooksHer kind of indignationDon’t cause me trepidationBut to live with a woman like thisWould take a masochistOr someone who could get and could stay permanently pissed(repeat)You’re a grown womanGood at what you doI’m happy as hellWhen I’m alone with youAs you stroke my bodyAnd soothe my browWith everythingThat the law will allowIm a grown manOver 21I’ve got an ugly faceBut I have a lot of funSo if spill a glassOr break a dishDon’t get on to meLike some haranguing witchDon’t turn out like your motherDon’t turn outDon’t turn outDon’t turn out like your motherI couldn’t stand itAnd I’ll be damned ifI’m gonna live with anotherIt’s not her looksOr the way she cooksThat wakes me up in a cold sweatIt’s just the knowledgeThat if it happenedI couldn’t drink enough to forgetDon’t turn out (etc)Don’t end up (etc)