I remember the day
I called mama on the telephone
I told her: Mama I'm getting married
I could hear her voice
On the other side of the telephone
She was smiling
And she asked me a question that I proudly answered
She said: Son did you take time to know her?
I said: Mama, she's the best
But today it hurts me so
To go back to mama and say
Mama I'm getting divorced
Oh, I'm getting divorced
This choice I made
Didn't work out the way I thought it would
This choice I made
It hurts me so mama
This choice I made
Didn't work out the way I thought it would
This choice of mine, oh
Mama said to me
It's not easy to understand it son
But I hope you will make it
You'll be happy again
It's not easy to understand it son
But I hope you will make it
You'll be happy again
I remember in church
When the preacher man read the scriptures
You looked so beautiful, so beautiful and so innocent
I did not know that behind that beauty
Lies the true colours that will destroy me in the near future
This choice I made
Didn't work out the way I thought it would be
Oh, mama
This choice I made
Didn't work out the way I thought it would be
Now I'm hurting
I remember when I held you
By the hand preacher-man read the scriptures
Putting words in your mouth
Maybe what the preacher-man said
Was not something that was within you
Now I know what they mean when they say
Beautiful woman is another man's plaything
Oh Lord, I'm hurting now
This choice I made
Didn't work out the way I thought it would
This choice of mine, oh
Mama said to me
It's not easy to understand it son
But I hope you will make it
You'll be happy again
It's not easy to understand it son
But I hope you will make it
You'll be happy again
