Little Mama

Little mama, little mama

Tell me what is wrong with you

Little mama, little mama

What more do I have to do

You took my heart, you took my gold

And now you come here acting cold

Little mama, what else do you want?

Little mama, little mama

You think you're such a, such a much

Little mama, little mama

You played me for the softest touch

You left me here without a dime

You got my life hold out on time

Little mama, what else do you want?

When I think of the moments

The things that we planned

Everything that you wished for

Became my command

Bought you a mansion

Twelve ten-acre plots

Your own private ocean

For your platinum yacht

Little mama

Tell me what is wrong with you

You took my heart, you took my gold

And now you come here acting cold

Little mama, what else do you want?

Your own crystal ballroom

Twenty-two bands

So many diamonds

You ran out of hands

Gold-plated bathroom

Towels made of furs

A dozen marked his

And ten thousand marked hers

Little mama

Tell me what is wrong with you

You took my heart, you took my gold

And now you come here acting cold

Little mama, what else do you want?

A king-sized bed

A color TV

Your own private channel

Showing nothing but me

A lavender Caddy

Long, sleek and wide

With a pastel Thunderbird

That hung from the side

Then I awoke one morning

Feeling free as a breeze

Just to find my little mama

Put me in the deep freeze

Little mama

Tell me what is wrong with you

The day will come and you will see

I won't want you but you'll want me

Little mama

You'd better change your ways