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conflicted restricted why do I have to be so bloody well-behaved? I'm dyin' I'm tryin' to get that feeling I thought was gone at 21 I don't want to be the COOL mom I don't want to be the wild one in the PTA I want to let go responsibilty I wanna find a gorgeous rock star and run away got highlights got skintights my body's history's hidden well get close and you'll notice I'm older than I feel or you can tell chorus my kids are terrific my husband's cool: he lets me out to play we're bonded I'm funded so why the hell do I want to blow this all away? hey,anyone can be the cool mom who gives a shit about the bloody PTA I want to play my bass and go out every night I want to tour my band across the USA I'm stoked got " stroked" I lie awake and build a new plan for my life I'm dreamin'... I'm schemin'... but I can't stop being a mother and dutiful wife © 2002 The Mydols. All rights reserved.
I'm a full blown Martha Stewart clone That’s what I am An atomic powered pretty little flower That’s what I am Everybody wants a piece of me Everybody knows what’s right for me I’m a full blown Martha Stewart clone Tthat’s what I am
I’m a depraved kitchen slave Tthat’s what I am I’m a hopped up fiend on Mr. Clean That’s what I am Everybody asking, what’s wrong with you? Everybody telling me what to do I’m a depraved kitchen slave That’s what I am
I’m a Southern Belle sent from hell That’s what I am I’m a go-go boot filled with loot That’s what I am Everybody’s always pulling on me Everybody says they’re gonna set me free I’m a Southern Belle sent from hell That’s what I am
I’m a bad ass queen walking baby machine That’s what I am I’m a pure dove sent from above That’s what I am Everybody wants a piece of me Everybody says they’re gonna set me free I’m a bad ass queen walking baby machine That’s what I am
That’s what I am That’s what I am That’s what I am That’s what I am
© 2002 The Mydols. All rights reserved.
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Hey! Examiner 50 I feel good because of you I'm going down to my local bar To see what my look can do Wiring's right Elastic's tight Hooks don't come undone Hey! Examiner 50 I think you're number one Hey! Examiner 50 I got lucky cuz of you My new curves must have caught his eye My plunging neckline too Wiring's right Elastic's tight Hooks don't come undone Hey! Examiner 50 I think you're number one Hey! Examiner 50 Somewhere out in the UK I'd really like to thank you Cuz you really made my day Wiring's right Elastic's tight Hooks don't come undone Hey! Examiner 50 I think you're number one © 2002 The Mydols. All rights reserved. I've been carrying you ever since we met You're smooth talking all the lies I bet One thing after another started adding up You always needed more but I've had enough Chorus: I got no more time and I'm out of cash Oh, baby, time to take out the trash No more sugar momma, she's ending this bash Oh, baby, time to take out the trash I can't tell you what I think is worse You stealing my heart or going through my purse You're out all night and you sleep all day You're living the life but I'm the one who pays Chorus: I got no more time and I'm out of cash Oh, baby, time to take out the trash No more sugar momma, she's ending this bash Oh, baby, time to take out the trash
I don't think I'd want to even if I could Now, you ain't bad, you ain't even fun You ain't bad, you're just a bum Ooo, baby, time to take out the trash Ooo, baby, time to take out the trash Ooo, baby, time to take out the trash Ooo, baby, time to take it to the curb |
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(softly) Hush little baby have you heard? Momma's gonna let you say a dirty word. (intro) Oh the thrill from one bad word. Say it a second time and then a third. One bad word profane and vicious, Oh how bad and how delicious. Hush! Hush! Hush! Who could resist? Who wouldn't admit? How much fun it is to just say SHIT? Don't tell Grandma. Don't tell Grandpa. Don't tell Dad Momma let you say a bad word (Chorus) Hush little baby have you heard? Momma's gonna let you say a dirty word. Hush! Hush! Hush! Shout one word that's so taboo. Pick a naughty word that's denied to you. Go ahead and pretend you're Eminem You can only say one. You can't say ten. (Chorus) Who could resist? Who wouldn't admit? How much fun it is to just say SHIT? Don't tell Grandma. Don't tell Grandpa. Don't tell Dad Momma let you say a bad word HUSH! (8X) |
