Mama’s Boys

I'd like to express my deepest gratitude
For your charity and your patience during my blues
I must confess, I still cry every morning
While every night I just take a bunch of these
Trying to forget you

And don't tell me how you're the muse to every fit boy in Soho
And I don't wanna hear about how they show you a real good time (Like we're having such a real good time without you)
I'd rather imagine you on a stretcher on your way to the emergency room
While you imagine me somewhere high and laughing about you

But it's alright, yes it's alright to cry about it
And it's mighty nice, yeah it's just fine if you wanna die (Like we wanna die)
Cause there's no room in heaven for California girls and mama's boys
Just like there ain't no room for me and you

But it's alright, yes it's alright to cry about it
And it's mighty nice, (Baby) yeah it's just fine if you wanna die (Like we wanna die)
Cause there's no room in heaven for New York girls and mama's boys
Just like there ain't no room for me and you

But it's alright, yes it's alright to cry about it
And it's mighty nice, baby it's just fine if you wanna die (Like we wanna die)
Cause there's no room in heaven for the things that I did to you
Just like there ain't no room for me and you (Yeah, yeah)
Just like there ain't no room for me and you