You thought you had found yourself a good girl,
One who would love you and give you the world.
Then you find, babe, that you've been misused,
Come to me, honey, I'll do what you choose.
I want you to
Well, tell mama
Tell all about it.
Well, tell mama
What you need
Tell your mama,
What you want.
Tell your mama,
That girl you didn't have no sense, babe,
Wasn't worth all the time that you spent.
That same man throwed you outdoors,
I just heard that he quartered your clothes, hey!
I want you to
Well, tell mama
Tell all about it.
Well, tell mama
What you need
Tell your mama,
What you want.
Tell your mama,
What you need
What you want.
What you need
What you want
Whoa! an' I'll make everything alright.
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Lucy Lawless:
