I Ain`t Your Mama
Amber Dotson Lyrics

I still had rice in my hair, still had stars in my eyes,
Even though I was happy after a night with you, I'm still stuck with the evidence of your presence

When I started pickin' up your underwear the other night.
I had to pick up your dirty laundry and it's not my responsibility

There they were on the floor when I woke up today:
Your underwear is still on the floor and it's bothering me

If you don't pick 'em up, I'm gonna throw 'em away.
If you don't take care of your own mess, I'll have to do it for you

Oh, I know I call you 'baby',
Even though I use this affectionate term, I'm not your mother

But that's just a figure of speech.
It doesn't mean that I'll tolerate your immature behavior

I ain't your Mama;
I'm not your mother and won't clean up after you

(I ain't your Mama.)

Oh, I love you to death, but I didn't take you to raise.
I care for you deeply, but I'm not responsible for raising you

But I know why she gave you away.
I understand why your real mother didn't want to raise you

You like to stroll in from work, have your supper at five,
You have a set routine and expect me to accommodate it

Oh, I used to be a sucker for those big pretty eyes.
I used to fall for your charm, but now I see through it

Well, the kitchen's all yours, mister, you got two hands.
You're capable of taking care of yourself, so start doing it

It's time for you to learn to wipe a pot and a pan.
You need to start contributing to household chores instead of relying on me

So you're hungry for spaghetti:
You're hungry and expecting me to cook for you

Well, baby, don't look at me.
I'm not going to cook for you, you need to learn to do it yourself

It ain't like you ain't good to me.
You treat me well, but it's not enough to make up for your immaturity

You're as cute as you can be.
You're attractive, but that's not enough to make me your mother

I know you're used to doin' what you wanna,
You're used to getting your way, but that's not going to fly with me

But I ain't your Mama.
I'm not your mother and won't tolerate your childish behavior

Sorry, baby.
I care for you, but I won't enable your immaturity

Oh yeah, I wanna make love.
I'm attracted to you and want to be intimate

But you can make the bed up!
But you need to take responsibility for setting up the bed

I ain't your Mama;
I'm not going to act as your caregiver

(I ain't your Mama.)

But I know why she gave you away.
I understand why your mother didn't want to raise you