Mamas put your babies to sleep, story too cruelsome for them this is. In Junior high she said goodbye to her parents and ran away with a boy. She left her family warm and kind, all of her friends said "youīre out of your mind". Life of her own she would find, itīs Monday and sheīs gotta grind.
A Job as a waitress she sure was to find, beautiful face, mind of a child. Boy got her pregnant, Mary-Lou cried," For this I am too young oh why did you lie" You said "itīs okay if we do it today", I was so scared that you would go away. "Despite all the papers been signed, mama take me back be so kind".
Only a child, reckless and wild, needs to come home again. He promised the moon but wonīt marry you. Nothing to do, eating for two, heīs goinī out with someone new. Sunshine or rain, itīs all the same, life isnīt gray oh Mary-Lou.
Mamas do your children still sleep, in the safe of their cradles so sweet. Story I told you I have foreseen, Your little angel ainīt always so clean. Days to come arenīt easy to see, You can change īem but it isnīt free. I see that you donīt believe, ooo-oo, but you will see.
