Mamas don't let you babies grow up to be tomboys.
Tell them their age is not to be abused.
Tell them their bodies are fragile and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be tomboys,
Let pick guitars, and set on their butts,
Let em be ladies and Ma maws and such.
Yeah me and the ladder had a disagreement.
I did not fall off the ladder,
It turned on me, Really turned.
I yelled for David to come over
I felt the ladder slip a little.
I saw he could not get there in time,
So I began a descent down, as I reached the third step from the ground.
It totally turned, I stepped off and into a bunch of limbs
stucking out of the tree.
NO IT DOES NOT HURT
AT ALL.
Where in the Heck did my waistline go?
I am just round from top to bottom,
No that is not a boob you see at the top it is a fat roll.
My Lord, I have to do something about that one.
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