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Mama, mama, tell me why
The boys all whistle as I pass by
Well, I'm young and just eighteen
I'd like to know just what they mean
I gotta know, I gotta know
I gotta know why these boys all want to hold me so
Please don't leave me, mama dear
The boys keep whispering in my ear
I'd be an angel if I could
But they say it's no fun in being good
I gotta know, I gotta know
I gotta know why these boys all want to hold me so
Mama, mama, I'm confused
You say these boys just wanna be amused
One just told me loud and clear
If it wasn't for love, I wouldn't be here
I gotta know, I gotta know
I gotta know why these boys all want to hold me so
When I'm walking through the park
The boys all say I reach the mark
Their eyes all get that certain spark
And all wanna kiss me in the dark
I gotta know, I gotta know
I gotta know why these boys all want to hold me so
Mama, I'm young and ain't been around
But I'm getting too old for you to hold me down
Please let me go, it bothers me so
'Cause I gotta know
Written by: Jesse Stone
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