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Rusted Root

Well your momma. Your momma well she says she's alright,
You know she just don't care.
Living alone in a big dome light feeling the breeze in her hair,
Well won't cha comma,
A babble on, A won't cha come along
Babble on, come along, a babble on

Won't cha come along, cause we?re
Living a land of Virtual Reality,
Oh and my baby's at home in bed
Oh well and I'm alone in my head

She long for my wicked wind my lover
Long for my stare, She long for my lady right
Woman please don't bite my stare
My stare, but comma momma babble on
Won't you come along

Well Babble on, come along,
A Babble on, won't come along, cause we?re
Livin' in a land of virtual reality
Ooh and my baby's at home in bed
Ooh well and I'm alone in my head

She longs for my wicked wind
My lover longs for my stare
She longs for my lady right
Woman please don't bite my care, my care
But come on Momma' babble on
Won't you come along

Written by GLABICKI, MICHAEL / DONOVAN, JIM / NORMAN, PATRICK / BUYNAK, JOHN / BERLIN, LIZ / DISPIRITO, JIM
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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