Run Back To Mama - CHASE

If you can’t face the day

You’d better stay in bed, girl

It’s not my only job

To organize your head, girl

You say that married life

Is such a hellish load

If you can’t take it girl

Just pack your bags and hit the road

Run back to mama

Tell her that I do all sorts of terrible things

Run back to mama

Will you always be tied to those apron strings?

You say my jokes are crude

You think I am a sinner

You say I yell too loud

Each time you burn the dinner

You say I treat you

Like a child that’s misbehavin'

If you can’t take it girl

It just you best be «On your way»

Run back to mama

Tell her that I do all sorts of terrible things

Run back to mama

Will you always be tied to those apron strings?

Run back to mama

Tell her that I do all sort of terrible things

Run back to mama

Will you always be tied to those apron string?