Take Me Home to Mama - Alex Hepburn

I was born on the east side of things

Where the dollar is mighty and green

Don’t let me fool you, I might look a little sweet

But I could get away with murder in my sleep

Blue lights, red lights don’t scare me

A short skirt, even got dirt on the sheriff

I know it’s easy just to look, but don’t touch

My only hustle is love

I got you singing no, no, no, no

I’m not the type you take home to mama

(Take home to mama)

I got you singing no, no, no, no

I’m not the type you take home to mama

(Take home to mama)

She’s gonna tell you that I’m bad, bad news

That I’ll have you crying out that sad, sad news

'Cause I’m a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch

'Cause I’m a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch

He was born on the wrong side of things

But his kiss taste like cherries and cream

Don’t let him fool you, he might look a little sweet

But he got every motherfucker at his feet

Blue lights, red lights don’t scare him

Danger, yeah you know he shot the sheriff

I know it’s easy just to look, but don’t touch

My only hustle is love

I got you singing no, no, no, no

I’m not the type you take home to mama

(Take home to mama)

I got you singing no, no, no, no

But still you gonna take me home to mama

(Take home to mama)

She’s gonna tell you that I’m bad, bad news

That I’ll have you crying out that sad, sad news

'Cause I’m a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch

'Cause I’m a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch

Won’t take you long to see that I’m a B-A-D

I’m a bad bitch

I’m not the girl you take home to your mama

I’m not the girl

I’m not the girl you take home to your mama

I’m not the girl

I got you singing no, no, no, no

I’m not the type you take home to mama

(Take home to mama)

I got you singing no, no, no, no

But still you gonna take me home to mama

(Take home to mama)

She’s gonna tell you that I’m bad, bad news

That I’ll have you crying out that sad, sad news

'Cause I’m a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch

'Cause I’m a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch

(Bitch)