Hey motor cycle mama, you gonna marry me?
Maybe I should quit the business. There's no one left for me to love. Mama's dead. Mr. Burns couldn't care less about me. What's left?
Mama, why do I always fall for the crazy ones?
Good for you, Ethan. " That's what my poor mama would've said. Ma'am.
If my mama and daddy would've stayed together, one of them would've been dead, and the other would have been locked up for it.
Just remember, when your mother’s gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cum, I did it for you.
I know Mama Rose is a great role and I love having a chance to do it.
I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine This little light of mine, I'm feelin' let it shine I'm feelin' take y'all back to them better times I'm feelin' talk about my mama if y'all don't mind
I've got three women in my life: my mama, ex baby mama and my new baby mama.
Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.
Got ants in my pants and I need to dance, so big fine mama, come give me a chance.
I know if mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
When my Mama asks me will I ever change, I tell her yeah. . . But it's clear I will always be the same until the end of time.
Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus, and it’s hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy, and more than anything else in the world, you wanna get off. And the only reason in the world you don’t get off is it’s still fifty blocks from where you’re going. Well, I can get off right now if I want to. Because even if I ride fifty more years and get off then, it’s still the same place when I step down to it. Whenever I feel like it, I can get off. Whenever I’ve had enough, it’s my stop. I’ve had enough.
Callin my ex-girl or e-mailin my mama, you're the only one that's causin me this drama.
My Mama Moved Among the Days My Mama moved among the days like a dreamwalker in a field; seemed like what she touched was here seemed like what touched her couldn't hold, she got us almost through the high grass then seemed like she turned around and ran right back in right back on in
Mama says it's okay to be on the quiet side—if quiet means you're listening, watching, taking it all in.
Mama gives you money for Sunday school, you trade yours for candy after church is through.
My mama didn't raise any fools and she didn't raise any heroes.
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.
