Words and Music by Steriogram
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Verse One
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Well your mum is the mum, And she likes to fight
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Listen to her heartbeat , You cant see me
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She¡¯s the queen of putting out campfires
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Second to the market but she wont feed me
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Well she rise on her size, Keeps her eyes on the prize
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Gotta fridge, four remotes, And a couch with a TV
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She don¡¯t use no tact when she¡¯s on the attack
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Cause something had to get me going
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Chorus
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Because I¡¯ve never seen such waves
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Like when your mama swam that day
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Well I¡¯m thinking about your mum
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And when I asked her what she¡¯d done
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She called it hiding from the sun
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Well I¡¯m thinking about your mum
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So tell me now or tell me then
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So do ya think its gonna end
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Well I¡¯m thinking about your mum
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Set it out now set it right
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When the buildings and your mum collide
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Well I¡¯m thinking about your mum
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Verse Two
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Mum said a mum¡¯s gotta dance all night
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Listen to the rooms rock when she¡¯s sleeping
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Everybody¡¯s running when she splits those tights
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Talking to the pork but the pork pots empty
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You can¡¯t compete with those tattoos
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I go where I can but I know she can see me
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Don¡¯t make no lunches, Plenty of punches
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She sold me off with no-one knowing
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Big Lady Loving
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Steriogram |