Mama

I hate crying babies Them things drive me crazy Nine months without a drink Always thinkin' 'bout blue or pink Not me, no Not me, couldn't be And then you walked in In them cowboy boots And I think I got something to lose Got me thinking I'm not too young And maybe you could be the one Keep the protection in the night stand drawer And I ain't talkin' 'bout your .44 Pray to God, he'll read my mind And double up that one pink line Let's start some small town drama You make me wanna be a mama Yeah, you do Make me wanna be a mama The kids would be smart and hot I could eat whatever I want Suddenly, don't seem so bad I'd take a Jill or I'd take a Jack As long as you're the dad And you're standing there In them tight Levi's We could make it happen tonight Got me thinking I'm not too young And maybe you could be the one Keep the protection in the night stand drawer And I ain't talkin' 'bout your .44 Pray to God, he'll read my mind And double up that one pink line Let's start some small town drama You make me wanna be a mama Yeah, you do Make me wanna be a mama Our genetic intersection would be aesthetic pure perfection Why rob the world of that? It might sound controversial, but I'm feeling real maternal When you tip that cowboy hat Got me thinking I'm not too young And maybe you could be the one Keep the protection in the night stand drawer And I ain't talkin' 'bout your .44 Pray to God, he'll read my mind And double up that one pink line Let's start some small town drama You make me wanna be a mama Yeah, you do Make me wanna be a mama