Saint Peter sank my boat, in the bank
We'll get married when we're thirty
Singing, "Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma,"
Don't look so sad
Ask Jesus what you want to get from me
But I can't get what I've been living
Singing, "Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma,"
Don't look so sad
'Cause everybody lies sometimes
Some people lie more than everybody else
And everybody dies sometime
Some gotta live with the lies they made
And I lie with you, but I can't lie for you
Move to Illinois, but they was ill-adore you
Standing at your door, we'll move out and change our names
Just say, "Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma,"
This dream I had... (had, dream, oh)
(Dream dream dream)
(Shit's real)
We, we'll raise a pretty baby by the beach
(Little baby)
On a hill where nobody can see
Living in time that's balanced as one (Yeah)
Some guy could see you're beau- (Waddup, girl?)
Living in a house just big enough for three (House)
Growing in a family just old enough to be (Three)
Under a sky that's just like me
It's plain, but it'll cover you, all of your needs, and
If that's enough for you, I'll say...
Just say, "Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma,"
It ain't that nice
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma
Don't look so sad
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