| Young mama, young mama
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| You just need a little time
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| Maybe a new fella to talk about what’s on your mind
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| Young mama, yeah, young mama
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| You just need a little time to dream
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| You just need a little time to play
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| Just an hour or so
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| She needs just a little time to dream
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| Just to lay in some nice warm bath water
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| 'Cause she looks like she gettin' ready to scream, again
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| She needs just to sit and think a while
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| Just a little time, maybe with a little glass of wine
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| I hear her scream before she goes to sleep
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| Telephone rings, she hollers so loud
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| She’s talkin' to him, I bet
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| 'Bout «Can you come Sunday, and pick up the little tim,» oh
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| Just don’t have any time for herself
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| To set her worries on her shelf
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| She just should’ve closed the door
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| Locked out the world, like I do
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| She had the nerve to knock on my door
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| If she had the nerve to knock
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| My heart would drop to the floor
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| She’s my secret young mama
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| All she has to do is say hello |