When your mother tells me,
that you got out,
and she had no idea,
where are you tonight
I understand it makes me tight
she doesn't trust herself,
but there's no way I can turn her down
of these numbers
This happens very often,
once we have a meeting,
or ring the phone
Something's always wrong
And I don't know why he's frowning,
she the future mother-in-law,
but I'm sure you're not cheating,
and she spins everything
Your mother is crooked who hides you
And why? And why?
Do I not understand, does she not understand
From Love From Love
When your mother tells me,
that you've been out for a long time,
and that she had no idea,
where are you tonight
I understand it makes me tight
she doesn't trust herself,
How to refuse it
from these numbers
On the phone. Over the intercom.
I'm sick of these numbers of hers.
No, no, no, no, nothing is happening to us
I'm tired of being worked over by a slimy voice!
Your mother is crooked who hides you -
or are you a diva dear?
Do I not understand, does she not understand -
or are you a diva dear?