Here she comes what a pretty gal
Brown shoes on and a sequined gown
I've been waiting on a green light keep me around
She's the type of lover make me
get and run for cover, won't you come around

Here he comes, what a lucky buck
Tears her out in a pickup truck
I've been waiting on the right night shoot him down
He's the type a mother make you
Kill your only brother as he's waking up

(Oh no)

Hey there mamma can you hear what I'm saying?
The deed's been done and I can't be waiting
The boy's in the back in the back of the city dump
When he said he loved her, babe
I'll be there for you owning a brand new truck

(And we'll go out right)

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