Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More

Mama found her draped over the toilet bowl

Oooh

Mama said, " child, what you done? "

Mama said, " child, what you done? "

" Wake up and greet the midday sun"

Mama's little pills spilled all over the floor

Oooh

Oooh, ow, ow, ow

Mama can't handle her on her own

Mama can't handle her on her own

She says, " you just wait till your father gets home"