I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
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I screamed his name a¢æ?til the neighbors called the cops
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I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
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Don't know what I did next all I know, I couldn't stop
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Word got around to the barflies and the baptists
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My mama's phone started ringin' off the hook
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I can hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it
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Don't matter how you feel, it only matters how you look
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Go and fix your make up, girl it's just a break up
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Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
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'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
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Even when you fall apart
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But this ain't my mama's broken heart
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I wish I could be just a little less dramatic
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Like a Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
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Leave it to me to be holdin' the matches
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When the fire trucks show up and there's nobody else to blame
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Can't get revenge and keep a spotless reputation
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Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make
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My mama came from a softer generation
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Where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face
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Go and fix your make up, girl it's just a break up
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Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
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'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
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Even when you fall apart
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But this ain't my mama's broken heart
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Powder your nose, paint your toes
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Line your lips and keep 'em closed
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Cross your legs, dot your I's
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And never let 'em see you cry
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Go and fix your make up, well it's just a break up
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Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
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'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
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Even when you fall apart
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But this ain't my mama's broken heart
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Mama's Broken Heart
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| Miranda Lambert |
