My Mama, she told me
That boys don't like it
If you show them
That you're much brighter
Just bite your tongue
Or you'll end up alone
She told me not
To wear that dress
The one that's skintight
Around my ass
Just let them imagine
To keep their interest high
Oh Mama, you just told me
In the twenty-first century
I've gotta be a doll
To be lovable
It's starting, when they tell us
Our every little action
Has to please a man
Well I've got other plans
And Papa once said
'Cause his wife's working
That people might think
He's unsuccessful
That he can't provide
For his own family
My cousin's ashamed
Her boyfriend can't drive
That she's the one
On the left side
And her mother tells her
To lie under the knife
Oh Mama, you just told me
In the twenty-first century
I've gotta be a doll
To be lovable
It's starting, when they tell us
Our every little action
Has to please a man
Well i've got other plans
And if you think
That we have it all
These are just little things
To prove you wrong
Oh Mama, you just told me
In the twenty-first century
I've gotta be a doll
To be lovable
It's starting, when they tell us
Our every little action
Has to please a man
Well I've got other plans
It's starting, when they tell us
Our every little action
Has to please a man
Well I've got other plans