Lyrics Whoa, Mama - Carmen Cusack, Paul Alexander Nolan & Bright Star Original Broadway Ensemble

You're a young girl
And you oughta know better
Than to be here
What would everybody think?

Whoa, mama, better back up slowly
Make a quick getaway and hurry on home
Whoa, mama, at the rate you're going
Your pop'll get a shotgun have to run men off

They'll hide in the shadows
Fall out of trees
Wait by your window
Whisper, "Bless you" when you sneeze
Someone will look at you just like this
Someone will ask you for a kiss
You're a smart girl, make a fool of somebody
I'm a smart guy and I know that it won't be me
We'll see.

Whoa, mama, take a second look
Before you set your sights on me
I'm a restless small town boy
With a heart as wild as a big city

Someone will take your hand just like so
Someone will never wanna let you go
Someone will put you on a pedestal
Someone will tell you you're incredible

I'm a young girl
And I wanna go dancing
Wanna dip and twirl
With the handsomest boy in town

Somebody better comb their hair
And put a clean shirt on
Pick me up at eight
Somebody better take me there
Gonna have a lot of fun
On our very first date
Someone will want for you to walk her home
Someone will want a little time alone
Someone will wait as long as it takes
For you

You're a sweet girl
Wrap a man around your pinky
On your feet girl
Get goin' 'cause it won't be me

Somebody's gonna buzz around me
Like a fuzzy bumble bee

Whoa, go slow, mama
You're pretty as a daisy
Smell like a rose
Make a man crazy
But it won't be me