Songtexte Grandma Calls The Boy Bad News (From F1® The Movie) - RAYE

Yeah, yeah
Do better, do, do-do-do
I said, girl, you could do better
Ooh, what would Grandma do?

On a Monday night, the Rose and Crown
Was a man watching me
He had the refrigerated look, a demeanour
Bit the bottle top with his teeth, oh
He has auburn hair, trouble in his eyes
And a smile to start a fire
There inside my dull, uninspired heart, hmm
Fast forward to a couple of weeks
And I think I've fallen in love
He doesn't have anything going for him
But has a little red car he calls a Cardi
I'm sitting beside him with my hand in his pocket
And we're driving with nowhere to go
But how it soothes my aching soul

Well, what would your mother say?
She said, "Take your time, baby, it could go both ways"
Well, what would your daddy say?
He said I could do better, do, do-do-do better
But, boy, what would your grandma do?
What would she do?
She would get on her knees and pray
That I don't make this mistake
Grandma calls the boy bad news
Oh, oh, oh
And she says that I can do better, do, do-do-do

On a Tuesday morning, his bedroom
I lay tangled in his arms
He still lives in his mother's house
But it does add to his charms
I, I, I lay my head on his tattooed chest
That spells out "Carpe diem", baby
Then he asked me to be his lady
And I think, well

Well, what would your mother say?
She said, "Take your time, baby, it could go both ways"
Well, what would your daddy say?
He said I could do better, do, do-do-do better
But, boy, what would your grandma do?
What would she do?
She would get on her knees and pray
That I don't make this mistake
Grandma calls the boy bad news

And she calls the boy
Bad, bad news, baby
Running, running 'round town with her baby
Falling to her knees and she's praying
And now she cussing me out on the phone
She tell me get a car and get my horse back home
Hoping that we'll come to mother's senses
Oh, oh, oh, woah, woah

Well, what would your mother say?
She said, "Take your time, baby, it could go both ways"
Well, what would your daddy say?
He said I could do better, do, do-do-do better
But, boy, what would your grandma do?
What would she do?
She'd get on her knees and pray
That I don't make this mistake
Grandma calls the boy bad news

And she says that I can do better, do, do-do-do
And she thinks that I should do better, do, do-do-do
But she thinks that I could do better, do, do-do-do
Who knows if I will or won't, or I won't do, do better, do, do-do-do