| I get turned on by your nylons in the hamper, parents out of town,
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| I guess they’re sleeping in the camper tonight,
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| I bet they’re getting sweaty.
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| 'Cause when I met you, you were a vision in the paper,
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| Try to be, but you’re not like her at all,
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| You’re just not like your mom.
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| Try to look like your mom,
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| Try to act like your mom,
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| Try to smell like your mom,
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| couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom?
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| Try to look like your mom,
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| Try to act like your mom,
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| Try to smell like your mom,
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| couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom?
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| I had a dream that she flew me to vegas,
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| Tied me to the bed to play bridge with her friends,
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| And they were naked.
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| The next day she took me out shopping,
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| Bought me kids clothes just to dress me up, oh God!
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| She said I was bad boy.
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| Try to look like your mom,
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| Try to act like your mom,
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| Try to smell like your mom,
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| couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom?
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| Try to look like your mom,
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| Try to act like your mom,
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| Try to smell like your mom,
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| couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom? |