Mama do
Every night I go
Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I'm helpless
There's something ‘bout the night
And the way it hides all the things I like
Little black butterflies
Deep inside me
What would my "mama do"
If she knew ‘bout me and you?
What would my daddy say
If he saw me hurt this way?
Why should I feel ashamed?
Feeling guilty at the mention of your name
Here we are again
It's nearly perfect
Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I'm helpless
There's something ‘bout the night
And the way it hides all the things I like
Little black butterflies
Deep inside me
What would my "mama do"
If she knew ‘bout me and you?
What would my daddy say
If he saw me hurt this way?
Why should I feel ashamed?
Feeling guilty at the mention of your name
Here we are again
It's nearly perfect
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