You never told me of your other faces
You were the widow of a wild cat
And now I know about your special kisses
And I know you know where that's at
I guess I recognize your destination
I think I see beneath your makeup
What you want is so separation
The boys are like baby-faced girls
She'll show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mother's son
The only thing that she enjoys
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
You've got a very heavy reputation
But no-one knows about your low-life
I know a way to find a situation
And hold a candle to your high-life disguise
You caught me kneeling at your sister's door
That was no ordinary stick-up
I'm well aware just what you're looking for
The boys are like baby-faced boys
She'll show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mother's son
The only thing that she enjoys
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys