You’re a grown womanGood at what you doI’m happy as hellWhen I’m
alone whit youAs you stroke my bodyAnd soothe my browWith
everythingThat the law will allowI pray don’t turn out like your
mother(repeat)Im a grown manOver 21I’ve got an ugly faceBut I
have a lot of funSo if spill a glassOr break a dishI hear your
voiceAnd I make this wishPlease don’t turn out like your
motherDon’t turn outDon’t turn outDon’t turn out like your
motherI couldn’t stand itAnd I’ll be damned ifI’m gonna live
with anotherSo many womanGive you so muchCivilized waysAnd a
gentle touchA different perspectiveThat’s as bright as a
buttonBut then you wake up one morningAnd it all counts for
nothingCos she’s turned into her motherDon’t turn outDon’t turn
outDon’t turn out like your motherI couldn’t stand itAnd I’ll be
damned ifI’m gonna live with anotherIt’s not the way she
looksIt’s not the food she cooksHer kind of indignationDon’t
cause me trepidationBut to live with a woman like thisWould take
a masochistOr someone who could get and could stay permanently
pissed(repeat)You’re a grown womanGood at what you doI’m happy
as hellWhen I’m alone with youAs you stroke my bodyAnd soothe my
browWith everythingThat the law will allowIm a grown manOver
21I’ve got an ugly faceBut I have a lot of funSo if spill a
glassOr break a dishDon’t get on to meLike some haranguing
witchDon’t turn out like your motherDon’t turn outDon’t turn
outDon’t turn out like your motherI couldn’t stand itAnd I’ll be
damned ifI’m gonna live with anotherIt’s not her looksOr the way
she cooksThat wakes me up in a cold sweatIt’s just the
knowledgeThat if it happenedI couldn’t drink enough to
forgetDon’t turn out (etc)Don’t end up (etc)