My Mother Would Like You Songtext
von Heather Rigdon
My Mother Would Like You Songtext
My mother would like you
That's a very bad sign
It's only fair I should tell you
I may be wasting your time
Your ivy league school, your faith in the rules
The cut of your clothes and your hair
Your country club style, your boy next door smile
Let's face it you don't have a prayer
My mother would like you
If I ever invited you home
But I won't even tell her about you
It's better she thinks I'm alone
Your sensible heart, your company car
Could anyone doubt you're sincere
You call for a date, you're willing to wait?
I guess I'm not making it clear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
Is it so unkind for me to speak my mind
Should I hide behind a veneer
Even if I do, when it comes to you
I can't make the truth disappear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
Your sensible heart, your company car
Could anyone doubt you're sincere
You call for a date, you're willing to wait?
I guess I'm not making it clear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
That's a very bad sign
It's only fair I should tell you
I may be wasting your time
Your ivy league school, your faith in the rules
The cut of your clothes and your hair
Your country club style, your boy next door smile
Let's face it you don't have a prayer
My mother would like you
If I ever invited you home
But I won't even tell her about you
It's better she thinks I'm alone
Your sensible heart, your company car
Could anyone doubt you're sincere
You call for a date, you're willing to wait?
I guess I'm not making it clear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
Is it so unkind for me to speak my mind
Should I hide behind a veneer
Even if I do, when it comes to you
I can't make the truth disappear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
Your sensible heart, your company car
Could anyone doubt you're sincere
You call for a date, you're willing to wait?
I guess I'm not making it clear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
Writer(s): Cliff Goldmacher, Thomas e. Kimmel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com