All our troubles gone Like when we were young Take me back to where we all began Here we are again like we should have been Oh my lady can I have this dance? Cross my heart and hope to die My mama says to pick the best

Oh mama, oh la, oh la, oh la Don't know what this is All of these new emotions I let them out in the open What do I do now, do now, do now? Do with all of this? Oh, what do I do now? Somebody pass me the water 'Cause I'm burning

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

Esa boquita me mata Tu movimiento me atrapa Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, ieeh Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé Cuando mueves tu cuerpo tú tienes talento Quiero escaparme contigo A donde no hayan testigos Tu movimiento me atrapa (mamacita) Lo que no hacen los amigos

Mama, oh mama, oh mama Quero ser seu quero ser seu quero ser seu quero ser seu papa De mandar flores ao delegado De bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia De beijar o Português da padaria Que muito te ama! Que tanto te ama! hoje eu acordei com uma

Mama's just a little girl Mama don't know why Time ain't on her side 'Cause mama's just a little girl (mama is just a little girl) Living if she is or not, oh Young mothers (that's right) I feel ya (hey) I know how it is Don't nobody understand

I need a love to keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy Happy, baby won't you keep me Well I never kept a dollar past sunset It always burned a hole in my pants Never made a school mama happy Never blew a second chance, oh no Always took candy from

Mmmmm-mmmmm I's up this mornin' Ah, blues walkin' like a man Is a low-down shakin' chill Worried blues Give me your right hand And the blues fell, mama's child Tore me all upside-down Blues fell, mam's child

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

Save your sin for someone else Oh, oh, oh, not for me I ain't your mama I ain't your priest I got no time to waste on your saving grace So, get up off your knees please I ain't whiskey in a bottle, I won't let you forget No shot of Novocaine