| You’ve got to meet the mother
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| Before you kiss the bride
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| Before you take the longest ride
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| Before the rice and flowers fly
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| You’ve got to meet the mother
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| Before you kiss the bride
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| And see where she got those big brown eyes
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| Those long, long legs, that sense of style
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| Or a streak of madness ten miles wide
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| You’ve got to meet the mother
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| Before you kiss the bride
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| You could discover the cruelty concealed deep within
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| As old as the hills and original sin
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| Young man in love, take my advice
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| Make sure you meet the mother
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| Before you kiss the bride
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| 'Cause you might find her in the county jail
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| Or a state-run home in the driving hail
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| She could have two good teeth and one good eye
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| That’s why you meet the mother
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| Before you kiss the bride
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| 'Cause some fruit rolls far, far from the tree
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| But it still holds the same bad seed
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| So before that big fat knot is tied
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| Hey man, I know you really love her
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| But she’s a demon undercover
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| With a tendency to smother
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| So don’t lend money to her brother
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| And make sure you meet the mother
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| Before you kiss the bride |