One, two, three, one, two, three
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Mother, I heard from your lawyer this morning
If we don't get this cleaned up, it'll hang you out to dry
But remember down in Central Park
Holdin' me when it got dark
I know you've gotta lotta love
And you know you've gotta lotta love
And you Mamma, I know it is scary
So much less for you to carry
I know you've gotta lotta love
And you know you've gotta lotta love
Mother, I talked with my brother this morning
We can let this all die if you let the ink dry
But remember down in Central Park
Holdin' me when it got dark
I know you've gotta lotta love
And you know you've gotta lotta love
And you Mamma, I know it is scary
I've gotten tall and hairy
I know you've gotta lotta love
And you know you've gotta lotta love
Well, mamma, will you come back home?
I don't do very well alone
I know I left you skin and boned
I hurt you
But mamma, will you come back home?
Daddy's always on the phone
I know I'm tastin' sour crumb
Come home, come home
Come home, come home
Come home, come home
Come home, come home
Come home