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Written by O.S. Blandamer Too much time talking at each other Seems you've got a different point of view Lets just relax Get down to basic facts I'll tell you just exactly what to do You want the car, oh yeah Well every penny in my pocket isn't yours, my friend I'm gonna do what my mama says, she said Hit him, hit him in the heart That's where it's gonna hurt Hit him, hit him in the heart Don't let him treat you like dirt I don't wanna sound like in complaining But what's it got to do with love at all It's a private deal Painful and so real You make me feel like I just want to crawl What's yours is yours, oh yeah If you want to get your bags Well I'll leave them in the wall I'm gonna do what my mama says, she said You've been spreading rumours all about me But all these things you said are just not true Sticks and stones Can break my bones But boy they're gonna hurt you too I've got my pride, oh yeah So I'll just take your heart and beat it black and blue I'm gonna do what my mama said, she said . . .