Mamma always told me
to watch out for those boys.
The ones who treat you wrong,
breakin' hearts like toys.
But what Mamma didn't know
is that every boy will lie.
And no matter what they told me,
My eyes would always cry.
Cause these boys know how to play the game,
It's what they're made to do.
Like sticks and stones, they'll break yah,
with words they can't undo.
Mamma once did tell me
someday I'd find the one.
Who'd treat me like I'm special
and make me see the sun.
Hold my hand in daylight,
Kiss me when I cry.
Laugh through all the pain I feel,
love me till I die.
But what Momma didn't tell me,
and I know these word are true,
How could I have possibly known
that that someone would be you ?
