Sing‑spoken tag over groove: "Sorry, Mama — the pattern's mine."
Pre‑chorus House rules on the bulletin, stamped in sepia ink I took them to the bonfire, watched the edges shrink bettie bondage this is your mothers last resort top
Verse 2 Coffee at eleven, sermons after mass Bake the pies, mind the boys — live for looking class I learned to fix the toaster and how to polish chrome But I’d rather burn the recipe than spend my youth at home Sing‑spoken tag over groove: "Sorry, Mama — the
Bridge / Breakdown Snap your garter, stomp the lace Kiss the apron, smack the face Mama's watching from the porchlight Waving white—I'm neon bright Sing‑spoken tag over groove: "Sorry