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Mamas put your babies to sleep,

story is too cruelsome for them this is.

In Junior high she said goodbye,

to her parents and ran away with a boy.

She left her family warm and kind,

all of her friends said "you´re out of your mind".

Life of her own she would find,

it´s monday and she´s gotta grind.

A Job as a waitress she sure was to find,

beautiful face, mind of a child.

Boy got her pregnant, Mary-Lou cried:

"For this I am too young, why did you lie?".

You said "it´s okay if we do it today".

I was so scared that you would go away.

Despite all the papers been signed.

Mama take me, back be so kind.

Only a child, reckless and wild,

needs to come home again.

He promised the moon,

but won´t marry you.

Nothing to do and eating for two,

he´s goin´ out with someone new.

Sunshine or rain, it´s all the same.

Life isn´t gray, Mary-Lou.

Mamas do your children still sleep,

in the safe of their cradles so sweet?

Story I told you I have forseen,

your little angel ain´t always so clean.

Days to come aren´t easy to see,

you can change ´em but it isn´t free.

I see that you don´t believe, but you will see.

Only a child, reckless and wild,

needs to come home again.

He promised the moon,

but won´t marry you.

Nothing to do and eating for two,

he´s goin´ out with someone new.

Sunshine or rain, it´s all the same.

Life isn´t gray, Mary-Lou.