You Don't Know Him The Way I Do

YOU DON’T KNOW HIM THE WAY I DO
© 2015 by Heather Pierson

You say that he’s a scoundrel
You say he’s a ne’er-do-well
Oh Mama, you don’t know him the way I do
You say that boy will send me
Straight to the fires of hell
Oh Mama, you don’t know him the way I do

You say that I could do better
That there’s plenty of fish in the sea
Oh Mama, you don’t know him the way I do
Well, better to swim with sharks, I say
Than to be kissing on a manatee
Oh Mama, you don’t know him the way I do

I know you tried to teach me
To be all meek and mild
I know you hate it whenever I say it
But the boy just drives me wild

You say that I’m too young still
Yeah, you tell me just to wait and see
Oh Mama, you don’t know him the way I do

I know you tried to teach me
To always know my place
But can’t you see what you’re doing to me
Yeah it’s written all over my face

Why can’t you leave us alone now, Mama?
Why can’t you just leave us be?
Oh Mama, you don’t know him the way I do
Oh Mama, you don’t know him the way I do