Key: D Intro: D Verse 1: D G A I hate crying babies D G A Them things drive me crazy D 9 months without a drink G A Always thinkin’ bout blue or pink D Not me, no G A Not me, couldn’t be
Pre-Chorus: Bm And then you walked in D G In them cowboy boots N.C. And I think I got something to lose Chorus: D Got me thinking I’m not too young G A And maybe you could be the one D Keep the protection in the night stand drawer G A And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout your 44 D Pray to God, he’ll read my mind G A And double up that one pink line D Let’s start some small town drama G A D You make me wanna be a mama G Yea you do, A D G A Make me wanna be a mama Verse 2: D G A The kids would be smart and hot D G A I could eat whatever I want D Suddenly, don’t seem so bad G A I’d take a Jill or I’d take a Jack D G A As long as you’re the dad Pre-Chorus: Bm And you’re standing there D In them tight Levi’s G We could make it happen tonight Chorus: D Got me thinking I’m not too young G A And maybe you could be the one D Keep the protection in the night stand drawer G A And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout your 44 D Pray to God, he’ll read my mind G A And double up that one pink line D Let’s start some small town drama G A D You make me wanna be a mama G Yea you do, A D G A Make me wanna be a mama Bridge: Bm D Our genetic intersection would be aesthetic pure perfection G A Why rob the world of that? Bm D It might sound controversial, but I’m feeling real maternal G A When you tip that cowboy hat Out-Chorus: D Got me thinking I’m not too young G A And maybe you could be the one D Keep the protection in the night stand drawer G A And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout your 44 D Pray to God, he’ll read my mind G A And double up that one pink line D Let’s start some small town drama G A D You make me wanna be a mama G Yea you do, A D G A D Make me wanna be a mama
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