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Ooooh mama mama mama, |
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Why you don't like my man |
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Ooooh mama mama mama, |
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Why can't you understand |
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You say he's rough around the edges |
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He don't always act right |
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But when we're all alone |
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Don't you know he treats me right |
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Now loving him could be so easy |
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Loving him could be so easy |
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But mama don't like my man |
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No she don't like my man |
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Don't like the way he dresses |
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Or the cigarettes he smokes |
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Don't like the company he keeps |
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Or the color of his jokes |
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You say he ain't no good |
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He says he's rough and he is lazy |
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How can I explain |
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The way he drives me crazy |
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Loving him could be so easy |
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Loving him could be so easy |
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But mama don't like my man |
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No she don't like my man |
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Ooooh mama mama mama, |
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Why you don't like my man |
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Ooooh mama mama mama, |
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Why can't you understand |
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Loving him could be so easy |
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Loving him could be so easy |
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But mama don't like my man |
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No she don't like my man |
