The bomber
par Steve Lukather
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When I became of age
My momma sat me down
She said, son you´ve grown up
It´s time to look around
So I began to notice some things I
Hadn´t seen before
That´s what brought me hope
Knockin´ on your back door
A closet queen, the worst I´ve seen
She wants to shake my hand
I don´t want to be there
When she decides she can
It´s apple dan, he´s just the man
To pick fruit off your branches
I can´t sleep if he can´t keep
His cattle off my ranches
It´s too strong, something´s wrong
And I guess I lost the feeling
I don´t mind the games you play
But I don´t like you dealing
The cards look bad, my luck´s been had
And there´s nothin´ left to smoke
Will all be back tomorrow
For the punch line of the joke
My momma sat me down
She said, son you´ve grown up
It´s time to look around
So I began to notice some things I
Hadn´t seen before
That´s what brought me hope
Knockin´ on your back door
A closet queen, the worst I´ve seen
She wants to shake my hand
I don´t want to be there
When she decides she can
It´s apple dan, he´s just the man
To pick fruit off your branches
I can´t sleep if he can´t keep
His cattle off my ranches
It´s too strong, something´s wrong
And I guess I lost the feeling
I don´t mind the games you play
But I don´t like you dealing
The cards look bad, my luck´s been had
And there´s nothin´ left to smoke
Will all be back tomorrow
For the punch line of the joke