Saint peter sank my boat, in the bank
We'll get married when we're thirty
Singing: Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma
Don't look so sad
Ask Jesus what you want to get from me
But I can't get what I've been living
Singing: Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma
Don't look so sad
'Cause everybody lies sometimes
And some people lie more than everybody else
And everybody dies sometimes
Some gotta live with the lies they made
And I lie with you, but I can't lie for you
Move to illinois, but they was ill-adore you
Standing at your door, we'll move out and change our names
Just say: Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma
Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma
This dream I had
We raise a pretty baby by the beach
On a hill where nobody can see
Living in time that's balanced as one
Some guy could see (waddup, girl?)
Living in a house just big enough for three (house)
Growing in a family just old enough to be (three)
Under a sky that's just like me
It's plain, but it'll cover you, all of your needs, and
If that's enough for you, I'll say
Just say: Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma
Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma
Ain't that nice?
Hey, hey, hey, hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma
Don't look so sad
