Sir, I do appreciate the offer
I don't believe I caught your name
I don't get to get out very often
It's hard to find the time to get away
I think it's only fair you hear my story,
before you spend three-fifty on that beer.
I got two little kids that call me Momma
My fifteen-year-old thinks that I'm a witch
Between soccer practice and ballet, Eminem and Dr Dre,
romance is the last thing on my list
So, Frank, was it? Tell me what you think:
Do you still want to buy me that drink?
Frank, tell me, how d' you feel,
about teenage girls being on the pill?
And do you mind Friday nights at home?
'cause, Frankie, I've been here before,
married twice and twice divorced
And alimony sure don't pay the bills
Now that's an awful lot of information
But I don't have the time to mess around.
'cause I got two little kids that call me Momma
And my fifteen-year-old wants to pierce his lip
Between algebra and spelling bees
and anything to keep the peace,
romance is the last thing on my list.
So, Frank, honey, tell me what you think:
Do you still want to buy me that drink?
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I got two little kids that call me Momma
And my fifteen-year-old's really a good kid
I really wouldn't blame you none,
if you got the urge to up and run
Is being Daddy even on your list?
So, Frank, darling, tell me what you think:
Do you still want to buy me...
I'll have a Miller Lite, please,
if you still want to buy me that drink.
Frank, c'mon back Frank
You look a little pale, Frank
It was just a joke...