[00:00.000] 作词 : ROVORING
[00:00.256] 作曲 : ROVORING
[00:00.512] 编曲 : ROVORING
[00:00.768]Tickets clutched in my shaky hands
[00:05.222]Train whistles scream he don’t understand
[00:10.202]City lights blur like his alibis
[00:14.718]I’m leavin’ his lies in the rearview tonight…
[00:19.818]Bet he’s readin’ my lipstick note
[00:22.039]"Pack your secrets, pack your coat"
[00:24.485]If he wants me back, well…
[00:26.392]Mama’s waitin’ at the end of this road
[00:30.679]Ooh-ah, Ding-Dong, the bells are ringin’
[00:36.605]Mama’s got that look in her eyes
[00:39.457]Ooh-ah, boy, you should been honest
[00:43.795]Now you’re losin’ your foolish prize…
[00:47.966]Twilight stains the window pane
[00:50.426]Tears mix with the pourin’ rain
[00:53.045]He’s textin’ "Where’d you go?"
[00:55.333]But Mama knows what he don’t know…
[00:57.050]
[00:58.139]Bet he’s readin’ my lipstick note,
[01:00.350]"Pack your secrets, pack your coat"
[01:02.984]If he wants me back, well…
[01:04.799]Mama’s waitin’ at the end of this road
[01:07.684]Now She Teaching You How To Behave…
[01:11.778]Ooh-ah, Ding-Dong, the bells are ringin’
[01:15.034]Mama’s got that look in her eyes
[01:17.718]Ooh-ah, boy, you should been honest
[01:22.118]Now you’re losin’ your foolish prize…
[01:26.399]Twilight stains the window pane
[01:28.651]Tears mix with the pourin’ rain
[01:31.389]He’s textin’ "Where’d you go?"
[01:33.689]But Mama knows what he don’t know…
[01:36.551]Bet he’s readin’ my lipstick note
[01:38.818]"Pack your secrets, pack your coat"
[01:41.456]If he wants me back, well…
[01:43.137]Mama’s waitin’ at the end of this road
[01:45.976]Now She Teaching You How To Behave…
[01:49.943]Ooh-ah, Ding-Dong, the bells are ringin’
[01:53.302]Mama’s got that look in her eyes
[01:55.943]Ooh-ah, boy, you should been honest
[02:00.445]Now you’re losin’ your foolish prize…
[02:04.803]Twilight stains the window pane
[02:07.051]Tears mix with the pourin’ rain
[02:09.819]He’s textin’ "Where’d you go?"
[02:12.194]But Mama knows what he don’t know…
[02:14.803]Now She Teaching You How To Behave…
[02:19.193]One call, and she’ll set it straight
[02:21.469]"Hurt my girl? Oh, just you wait
[02:25.776]Mama’s voice is my shotgun
[02:29.019]His playboy heart? Consider it done
[02:33.079]Ooh-ah, Ding-Dong, the truth’s a-comin’
[02:36.895]Mama’s got that fire in her eyes
[02:39.407]Ooh-ah, boy, you dug your grave
[02:45.227]Now she teachin’ you how to behave…
[02:48.334]Ooh Ooh Ooh

作词 : ROVORING
作曲 : ROVORING
编曲 : ROVORING
Tickets clutched in my shaky hands
Train whistles scream he don’t understand
City lights blur like his alibis
I’m leavin’ his lies in the rearview tonight…
Bet he’s readin’ my lipstick note
"Pack your secrets, pack your coat"
If he wants me back, well…
Mama’s waitin’ at the end of this road
Ooh-ah, Ding-Dong, the bells are ringin’
Mama’s got that look in her eyes
Ooh-ah, boy, you should been honest
Now you’re losin’ your foolish prize…
Twilight stains the window pane
Tears mix with the pourin’ rain
He’s textin’ "Where’d you go?"
But Mama knows what he don’t know…
Bet he’s readin’ my lipstick note,
"Pack your secrets, pack your coat"
If he wants me back, well…
Mama’s waitin’ at the end of this road
Now She Teaching You How To Behave…
Ooh-ah, Ding-Dong, the bells are ringin’
Mama’s got that look in her eyes
Ooh-ah, boy, you should been honest
Now you’re losin’ your foolish prize…
Twilight stains the window pane
Tears mix with the pourin’ rain
He’s textin’ "Where’d you go?"
But Mama knows what he don’t know…
Bet he’s readin’ my lipstick note
"Pack your secrets, pack your coat"
If he wants me back, well…
Mama’s waitin’ at the end of this road
Now She Teaching You How To Behave…
Ooh-ah, Ding-Dong, the bells are ringin’
Mama’s got that look in her eyes
Ooh-ah, boy, you should been honest
Now you’re losin’ your foolish prize…
Twilight stains the window pane
Tears mix with the pourin’ rain
He’s textin’ "Where’d you go?"
But Mama knows what he don’t know…
Now She Teaching You How To Behave…
One call, and she’ll set it straight
"Hurt my girl? Oh, just you wait
Mama’s voice is my shotgun
His playboy heart? Consider it done
Ooh-ah, Ding-Dong, the truth’s a-comin’
Mama’s got that fire in her eyes
Ooh-ah, boy, you dug your grave
Now she teachin’ you how to behave…
Ooh Ooh Ooh