Michelle Billingsley - Mom Jeans Lyrics

Sometimes the apple falls far from the tree
But boy, this one hasn't
Inherited her eyes, her smile, her nose
Her boobs, and her bad habits
From the time I could talk
Picked up all I was taught
And Momma, I took that to heart
How to let someone treat you
How to let someone beat you down
How to make your own scars
I got a short fuse, rotten luck
Another man who can not love me
And yet I keep staying
'Cause I can't come unless my heart's breaking
Daddy always said I was his little girl
But he said that with the same mouth
That he used for making deals
That he used for kissing fillies who were not mom or myself
There's a long line of women behind me waiting
Hoping this one had the sense to break free
I'd give anything to trade this family's tradition
For one with a better pedigree
I got a short fuse, rotten luck
Another man who can not love me
And yet I keep staying
'Cause I can't come unless my heart's breaking
I got a short fuse, rotten luck
Another man incapable of love
And yet I keep staying
'Cause I can't come unless my heart's breaking