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Στοίχοι: Proclaimers. Don't Turn Out Like Your Mother.

You're a grown woman, good at what you do
I'm happy as hell when I'm alone with you
As you stroke my body and soothe my brow
With everything that the law will allow
I pray, "Don't turn out like your mother"

You're a grown woman, good at what you do
I'm happy as hell when I'm alone with you
As you stroke my body and soothe my brow
With everything that the law will allow
I pray, "Don't turn out like your mother"

I'm a grown man, over 21, I've got an ugly face
But I have a lot of fun, so if spill a glass
Or break a dish, I hear your voice and I make this wish
Please "Don't turn out like your mother"

Don't turn out, don't turn out
Don't turn out like your mother
I couldn't stand it and I'll be damned if
I'm gonna live with another

So many woman give you so much
Civilized ways and a gentle touch
A different perspective, that's as bright as a button
But then you wake up one morning and it all counts for nothing
'Cos she's turned into her mother

Don't turn out, don't turn out
Don't turn out like your mother
I couldn't stand it and I'll be damned if
I'm gonna live with another

It's not the way she looks, it's not the food she cooks
Her kind of indignation don't cause me trepidation
But to live with a woman like this would take a masochist
Or someone who could get and could stay permanently pissed

It's not the way she looks, it's not the food she cooks
Her kind of indignation don't cause me trepidation
But to live with a woman like this would take a masochist
Or someone who could get and could stay permanently pissed

You're a grown woman, good at what you do
I'm happy as hell when I'm alone with you
As you stroke my body and soothe my brow
With everything that the law will allow

I'm a grown man, over 21, I've got an ugly face
But I have a lot of fun, so if spill a glass
Or break a dish don't get on to me
Like some haranguing witch

Don't turn out like your mother, don't turn out, don't turn out
Don't turn out like your mother
I couldn't stand it and I'll be damned if
I'm gonna live with another

It's not her looks or the way she cooks
That wakes me up in a cold sweat
It's just the knowledge that if it happened
I couldn't drink enough to forget

Don't turn out
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Don't end up
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