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Mae West Momma

Mark Brine
Mark Brine


Written by: Mark Brine
Got me a Mae West Momma.  She looks like that movie star. 
Got me a Mae West Momma.  She acts like that movie star. 
She got a birthmark on her cheek and her elbow on the bar. 
She got a frontside that don't quit, a backside that don't fit. 
She's always cussin' anybody that gives her any lip, my
Mae West momma.  Man, that Momma's fine. 
If you don't treat her with respect Lord-o-Lord, she'll slap ya blind. 
She's stoppin' traffic on the street.  All them cats give up their seat. 
Just like a fryin' pan on feet, whenever she turns on the heat,
My Mae West momma.  Shoot, that gal is sweet. 
She's a sight for my sore-eyeballs whenever hers, and my lids meet. 
She hangs down the casino, sometimes from a chandelier. 
She got arrested for assault ‘n  she bit the sergeant on the ear. 
She knows a buncha good half Nelson's. Man, that gal is mean. 
She's my Mae West momma, and she can handle any scene. 
She's got a mink that don't stop growin',a credit card at Saks…
diamonds and big hairdo's there ain't nothin' my gal lacks – my
Mae West momma.  Lord, that gal is cool. 
She waves a fan made in Japan, and she ain't anybody's fool. 
©2003 Mark Brine/Mark Brine Music (BMI)

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