paroles de chanson Whoa, Mama - Paul Alexander Nolan, Carmen Cusack & Bright Star Original Broadway Ensemble

You′re a young girl
And you wanna 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 papa′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 you 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 dancin'
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 8
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-hoo-hoo-hoo

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 bumblebee

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