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B*Witched

Does Your Mother Know

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You're so hot teasin' me, so you're blue
But I can't take a chance on a chick like you
That's somethin' I couldn't do

There's that look in your eyes
I can read in your face that your feelings are drivin' you wild
Oh, but boy, you're only a child

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?

Take it easy
Better slow down, boy, that's no way to go
Does your mother know?
Take it easy, try to cool it, girl
Take it nice and slow, does your mother know?

I can see what you want
But you seem pretty young
To be searchin' for that kind of fun
So maybe I'm not the one

You're so cute I like your style
And I know what you mean
When you give me a flash of that smile
Oh, but you're only a child

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?

Take it easy
Better slow down, boy, that's no way to go
Does your mother know?
Take it easy, try to cool it, boy
Take it nice and slow, does your mother know?

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?

But I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?

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