Mama's Dress - Papa Roach

I wouldn’t wear, who wouldn’t wear

She didn’t wear, your dress

I wouldn’t wear your woman’s dress

And I wouldn’t look good in her dress

You see my wife and see my

You don’t think so but I do

I wouldn’t wear, who wouldn’t wear

She didn’t wear, your dress

I know they are ripe tomatoes

Just what this town is due to burn

But this dress is another tone

The way you wear your dress is wrong

Don’t offend, you’re made of curves

You have your little head

One shade of a woman’s dress is

He wants to bring it down to you

I wouldn’t wear, who wouldn’t wear

She didn’t wear, your dress

I wouldn’t wear your woman’s dress

And I wouldn’t look good in her dress

You asked me if I could handle that

I wouldn’t wear your woman’s dress, no

I wouldn’t wear, who wouldn’t wear

She didn’t wear, your dress

A deadbeat is having this

A catastrophe, tampax cheeze-whiz

I don’t know what to say but I think I’m gonna burst and

I wouldn’t wear your woman’s dress

And I wouldn’t look good in her dress

And you.

saw me.

oh yeah no

I wouldn’t wear, who wouldn’t wear

She didn’t wear, your dress

I wouldn’t wear your woman’s dress

And I wouldn’t look good in her dress

Gotta change, but I don’t wanna

Check it out, check it out, check it out

I wouldn’t wear, who wouldn’t wear

She didn’t wear, your dress

Get funky now.

I know they are ripe tomatoes

Just what this town is due to burn

But this dress is another tone

The way you wear your dress is wrong

Don’t offend, you’re made of curves

You have your little head

One shade of a woman’s dress is

He wants to bring it down to you

I wouldn’t wear, who wouldn’t wear

She didn’t wear, your dress

No shoe-tale

I wouldn’t wear, who wouldn’t wear

She didn’t wear, your dress

Pork chop