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Friday, January 7, 2011

Old Willie

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be hookers
Don't let 'em pickup strangers and truck drivers in lots
Make 'in with doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be hookers
They'll never stay dressed and they're always on a pole
Even with someone they don't know

Hookers ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you an STD than diamonds or gold
Lonestar nipple clips and old faded thongs

And each night begins a new day
And if you don't pay her and she don't shoot you
Her pimp will prolly jack you anyway

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be hookers
Don't let 'em pickup strangers and truck drivers in lots
Make 'in with doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be hookers
They'll never stay dressed and they're always on a pole
Even with someone they don't know

Hookers like smoky old hotel rooms, trucker shower
stalls
Little warm whoopee's and sometimes girls at night
And them that don't know her, won't like her and them that
 do

Sometimes won't know how to take her
She ain't pretty, she's just different but her pimp won't let
her
Do things to you that are free

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be hookers
Don't let 'em pickup strangers and truck drivers in lots
Make 'in with doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be hookers
They'll never stay dressed and they're always on a pole
Even with someone they don't know

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Hookers

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