Proclaimers don't turn out like your mother lyrics

You're a gorwn woman

Good at what you do

I'm as happy as hell

When I'm alone with you

As you stroke my body

And soothe my brow

With everything

That the law will allow

I pray, "Don't turn out like your mother."



You're a grown woman

Good at what you do

I'm as happy as hell

When I'm alone with you

As you stroke my body

And soothe my brow

With everything

That the law will allow

I pray, "Don't turn out like your mother."



I'm a grown man

Over 21

I've got an ugly face

But I have a lot of fun

So if I spill a glass

Or break a dish

I hear your voice

And I make this wish

Please, don't turn out like your mother



CHORUS

Don't turn out

Don't turn out

Don't turn out like your mother

I couldn't stand it

And I'll be damned if

I'm gonna live with another



So many women

Give you so much

Civilized ways

And a gentle touch

A different perspective

That's as bright as a button

But then you wake up one morning

And it all counts for nothing

'Cause she's turned into her mother



CHORUS



It's not the way she looks

It's not the food she cooks

Her kind of indignation

Don't cause me trepidation

But to live with a woman like this

Would take a masochist

Or someone who could get and could stay permanently pissed



It's not the way she looks

It's not the food that she cooks

Her kind of indignation

Don't cause me trepidation

But to live with a woman like this

Would take a masochist

Or someone who could get and could stay permanently pissed



You're a grown woman

Good at what you do

I'm happy as hell 

When I'm alone with you

As you stroke my body

And sooth my brow

With everything 

That the law will allow



And I'm a grown man

Over 21

I've got an ugly face

But I have a lot of fun

So if I spill a glass

Or break a dish

Don't get on to me

Like some haranguing witch



Don't turn out like your mother

Don't turn out

Don't turn out

Don't turn out like your mother

I couldn't stand it

And I'll be damend if 

I'm gonna live with another



It's not her looks 

Or the way she cooks

That wakes me up in a cold sweat

It's just the knowledge

That if it happened

I couldn't drink enough to forget



Don't turn out

Don't end up



And I won't turn out like my dad!

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Eric Wincentsen

267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu

Glendale Community College

  Glendale, Arizona

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