Mama
Little
Mama,
Little
me what is wrong with you
Little
Mama,
Little
Mama
What more do I have to do?
You took my heart, you took my gold
And now you come here actin' cold
Little mama, what else do you want?
Little mama, little mama
You think you're such a,
such a much
Little mama, little mama
You played me for the softest touch
You left me here without a dime
You got my life hold out on time
Little mama,
what else do you want?
When I think of the moments
The things that we planned
Everything that you wished for
Became my command
Bought you a mansion
Twelve, ten acre plot
Your own private ocean for
your platinum yacht s
Little mama,
tell me what is wrong with you
You took my heart, you took my gold an
d now you come here acting cold
Little mama,
what else do you want?
Your own crystal ballroom,
twenty -two bands
So many diamonds you
ran out of hand
Gold -plated bathroom,
towels made of fur
A dozen marquises and ten
thousand martyrs
Little mama,
tell me what is wrong with you
You took my heart, you took my gold
And now you come here acting cold
Little momma,
what else do you want?
A king -size bed, a color
TV
Your own private channel,
showin' nothin' but me
A lavender caddy, long, sleek and white
With a pastel
Thunderbird that hung from the side
Then I woke one morning
Feeling free as a breeze just to find my little
mama put me in the deep freeze
Little mama
Tell me what is wrong with you
The day will come and you will see I won't want you,
but you want me little mama
You'd better change
your way