Your Mother Was Right About Me Lyrics

I found the note that you left in a book that you thought I'd never read

Most of which I dare not repeat in polite company

Your mother was right about me, every time you'd fight about me

Corrupting her daughter, tap dancing to the slaughter

Your mother was right about me the kind of man that I'd never be

That she made her mind up when she saw me in the back of a police car,

I found the leaf that I pressed in of book of hastily written fiction

Next to a polaroid of you and me in compromising positions

Your mother was right about me, every time you'd fight about me

Corrupting her daughter, it was hot and getting hotter

Your mother was right about me the kind of man that I'd never be

That she made her mind up

When she saw you in the back of a police car, a police car

A police car, a police car

Necking in the back of the police car, whoa

I found the card that you left on my car underneath the windshield wiper

The language you used was like Greek to me wrapped in a mysterious cypher

I saw you there peeking through the drapes sitting like Mona Lisa

Do you know why I stopped you tonight?

Hands where I can see them

Your mother was right about me, every time you'd fight about me

Corrupting her daughter, forever carrying your water

Your mother was right about me the kind of man that I'd never be

That she made her mind up

When she saw us in the back of a police car, a police car

A police car, a police car

Handcuffed holding hands in the police car, whoa