Текст (слова) песни «Your Mamma Won't Like Me»

I wear my jeans too short
And my neckline's too low
I'm getting stared at wherever I go.
I wear my jeans too tight
And I stay out all the night
When you turn me on, you'll see how I can bite.
And now my preoccupation is making love
I've got a bad reputation though playing around
I like your stimulation but that ain't enough
So don't take me home, baby, Na Na Na Na Na Na 'cause your mamma won't like me
So don't take me home, honey, now Na Na Na Na Na Na 'cause your mamma won't like me.
I like my musik loud
And I stand out of the crowd
By doing everything I know what shoudn't do.
So when you hold me tight -

I won't put up the fight -
I'll just knock you out and watch you coming to.
Just put me in a situation when I'm turning you on
I'll be the devil's recreation and before too long
You cold feal the sensation that's oh, so strong
So don't take me home, baby, Na Na Na Na Na 'cause your mamma won't like me
So don't take me home, honey, now Na Na Na Na Na your mamma won't like me.
And now my preoccupation is making love
I've got a bad reputation though playing around
I like your stimulation but that ain't enough
So don't take me home, baby, Na Na Na Na Na Na 'cause your mamma won't like me
So don't take me home, honey, now Na Na Na Na Na your mamma won't like me.