Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More

Mama found her draped over the toilet bowl Oooh Mama said, " child, what you done? " Mama said, " child, what you done? " " wake up and greet the midday sun" Mama's little pills spilled all over the floor Oooh Oooh, ow, ow, ow Mama can't handle her on her own Mama can't handle her on her own She says, " you just wait till your father gets home"