Mama, mama
Did you say my name?
Did you say mama, mama?
Can you say it? (Mama)
Mama, good job
I warm my morning coffee up for the third time
Ms. Rachel on the TV with their favorite nursery rhyme
Hot Wheels and little people under my feet
Babies crying, it's pure chaos, but I don't miss a beat
I always knew that a 9-to-5 wouldn't suit me very good
But my hours are extended, that's just motherhood
I never knew this is what my twenties would look like
But they saved me before I had the chance to waste my life
Some days I wanna cry, run away and hide
But I'd worry about their every need
And when I'm overwhelmed and touched out
They come climbin' up on the couch
Sayin', "Mama, can you open my string cheese?"
And I smile because I know meetin' their needs fills my soul
And being their mama is who I'm meant to be
One day I'll be alone with a hot fresh cup of Joe
Wishin' that someone would just drop by
And I'll sit and reminisce, the times that I sure miss
Scattered toys and a baby on my hip
I thought finding peace in the quiet's what I wanted
But I'd give anything back to bein' needed
To those days I wanna cry, run away and hide
But I'd worry about their every need
When I'm overwhelmed and touched out
They come climbin' up on the couch
Sayin', "Mama, can you open my string cheese?"
And I smile because I know meetin' there needs fills my soul
And being their mama is who I'm meant to be
Say, "Mama" ("Mama")
No, "Mama" ("Papa")
No, "Mama" ("Mama")
(Yes sir, yes sir, three bags)
(Rock, papers, scissors, shoot)
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