Chorus
Hey little lady/ wheres ya grown woman/ the baby going crazy where mama should be cooking/ the gravy bout to burn and the biscuits fail to rise/ and I no longer recognize the woman in your eyes

Verse1
The woman that’s inside her/ use to wanna love him/ no matter her position she was always lovely/ she – echoed of honey flower petals were rough to her/ such an angry woman had so many customers/ precious jewels were settled in the sockets of her eyes/ often his surprise was in a daily lullaby/ courtesy a soul that like to argue fuss and fight/ intermissions available for those that run and hide/ little kisses and halos do more to comfort his/ inabilities failures stubborn s and wont wins/ to the penitentiary savior and loving she wont give/ living she let die/ cinnamon bed side a bitter and fowl miss/ she used to be the bomb and the blast that we had was big/ now radiation falling out with the chemical cloud kiss/

Chorus
Hey little lady/ wheres ya grown woman/ the baby going crazy where mama should be cooking/ the gravy bout to burn and the biscuits fail to rise/ and I no longer recognize the woman in your eyes

Verse2
Riffing around friends with business about them/ giving rise to suspicions and fictions about them/ perhaps it was in issue with distribution of time/ perhaps it was a riddle with in the 'Rubix' of life/ to make a person happy when happiness won't take/ misery and company are a puppy that wont play/ steady sad eyes/ and classical mind games/ first she's right switching left then acting like I’ve changed/ when the turn coat broad exposed in night shade/ how she never really loved em' and closed with die 'lame'/ calling me back so/ she's crying like 'I've changed'/ I wouldn't say 'fuck you! Have a nice day'/ and so the story went but never the right way/ it used to be morning glories/ cuddles kisses and hugs/ early afternooners/ bubbles bliss and an 'uh'/ he said baby girl I love you but love is never enough / baby girl I love you but love is never enough/

Chorus
Hey little lady/ wheres ya grown woman/ the baby going crazy where mama should be cooking/ the gravy bout to burn and the biscuits fail to rise/ and I no longer recognize the woman in your eyes