Mama, what you got to say to me? Well now I'm about to set ya free.
How long you been spitting them lies? I suspect that you had it twice
I was alone when I heard a knock upon my door Girl, it was a ringing from my phone I knew it was you, coming back for more
Mama, what you go to say to me Well now I'm about to set ya free
Well them love letters you have written They scare me half to death.