CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Message to the girls of America

Oh mama, mama, teach me the ropes
I wanna learn the ropes
Crazy lady, you make me go bananas
I like your shirt
If sometimes I seem uninterested
It's only 'cause I didn't mean to, whoa-oh!
'Cause you're like Jupiter, spins you around
I don't wanna take this slow

Maybe baby, let those hips
Move 'em up and down (Uh-huh!)
Mama crazy fricking hottie
Move 'em up and down (Wee-hoo!)
How about we go for a dinner
On the town? (Yum-yum!)
I like moving at [?]

Oh mama, mama, sing me a song
Make the lyrics crisp
Our hearts have a bond, not even to show it
My heart is bleak when you're not there, uh
I flew a plane to Illinois
It is chilly there
Every scent reminds me of you
Even my dad's gloves

Love is like a chicken tender
Crisp but juicy, sweet and saucy

Maybe baby, let those hips
Move 'em up and down (Uh-huh!)
Mama crazy fricking hottie
Move 'em up and down (Wee-hoo!)
How about we go for a dinner
On the town? (Yum-yum!)
I like moving at [?]

(That wasn't bad)