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Lyrics: ABBA. Waterloo. My Mama Said.

Tried to sneak out without saying, with my loudest record playing
Ooh, my mama said, "Look at this, you haven't done your bed"
My mama said, "That's a thing that you should do instead"

Yeah, I did what she had told me, dying for my friend to hold me
Ooh, my mama said, "Try and get one thing into your head"
My mama said, "Pa and me, we give you room and bread"
How I wanna live my life, wanna live my life, la la la, la la la, life

In the morning she said, "Listen", ooh, I felt like in a prison
Yeah, my mama said, "I know you've been out again with Fred"
My mama said, "Don't you lie, your cheeks are blushing red"
Oh I wanna live my life, wanna live my life, la la la, la la la, life

I said, "I can't live without him, how I wish you wouldn't doubt him?"
Oh oh, my mama said, "If you want to hurt me go ahead"
My mama said, "I suppose you'd rather see me dead"
Oh I wanna live my life, wanna live my life la la la, la la la, life

La la la, la la la, life
La la la, la la la, life
La la la, la la la, life
La la la, la la la, life