Lyrics:

(Steve Wilkinson/Pat Bunch/Doug Johnson)

Hey Mrs. Smith is your daughter home
Is she off the phone, I've been trying to call her
Mrs. Smith I can't explain
We were at the game
And something happened

I took her hand and I stole a kiss
I guess you know that I'm new at this

(Momma) Don't I have a heart
Don't I have two arms
This can't all be imagination
Tell me how you know
When true love really starts
I don't have a clue
But don't I have a heart

Mrs. Smith do you really mean it
I can't believe it, she said that too
You both stayed up until way past one
No homework done and she said to you
He stole a kiss and I looked at him
But he didn't even try again

(Momma) Don't I have a heart
Don't I have two arms
This can't all be imagination
Tell me how you know
When true love really starts
I don't have a clue
But don't I have a heart

Hey Mrs. Smith I hope I'm not out of place
Please go get her gotta tell her face to face

(Momma) Don't I have a heart
Don't I have two arms
This can't all be imagination
Tell me how you know
When true love really starts
I don't have a clue
But don't I have a heart

(Momma) Don't I have a heart
Don't I have two arms
This can't all be imagination
Tell me how you know
When true love really starts
I don't have a clue
But don't I have a heart

Show me your heart