You think you’ll come over?
I’ll give you my number.
You love her, support her? –
then give me your mother.
You come take me home
and take me to your doctor.
You think you’ll come over?
I think I’m a mother.
Roll over, roll over
and roll me in manna.
Your lover, my lover –
you just roll me over.
You give me your mother
and man, if I love her,
I’ll love her, I’ll keep her.
I’d better just keep her.
Come on and support her,
I said to that mother.
She said, You come over.
She said she’s a voter.
I loved her, I kept her,
and then she just left an’
alone, I implore ya –
I think I’m a mother.
I need you mother.
More than ever.