Tekst Utworu

She's cries like a child when something moves her She'll laugh at nothing 'til she cries She's got a soft heart made for lovin' But you can bruise it easy if you try There's a stubbornness about her When she's got her mind set to believe And I know her ways well Cuz the apple don't fall far from the tree She's beautiful, in her imperfect ways And I grow to know her more and more each day Cuz the more I look in the mirror The more I see, That you gotta love mama, If you're gonna love me She needs a steady dose of lovin' To get her through the day And if a worry's on your mind you can count on her to pray She can hold on way to tightly To things she can't control and she struggles with temptation But fears her God with all her soul She's beautiful, in her imperfect ways And I grow to know her more and more each day Cuz the more I look in the mirror The more I see, That you gotta love mama, If you're gonna love me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooooooohhhhhhh She's beautiful, in her imperfect ways And I grow to know her more and more each day Cuz the more I look in the mirror The more I see, That you gotta love mama, Oh you gotta love mama, Oh you gotta love mama, If you're gonna love me She cries like a child when something moves her
Writer(s): Laurie Beth Deaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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