Lou Reed - Mama's Got a Lover Lyrics
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Mama's Got a Lover
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What Are The Lyrics For Mama's Got a Lover By Lou Reed?
Mama's got a lover
A painter I am told She's getting out of real estate For the art scene down in old Soho Art scene down in old Soho Mama's got a lover He owns a gallery She says he likes collages But the money's in graffiti Money's in graffiti [Chorus] Mama's got a lover I met him yesterday She says she hopes I like him Maybe I'll send him a card on father's day Father's day Mama's got a lover They're backing a film It's about a working mother Who gives birth to black and white Siamese twins Black and white Siamese twins Mama's got a lover He's got something to say He says he's into dirt and rot The essence of "urban decay" "Urban decay" [Chorus] Mama's got a lover I met him yesterday She's starting a new chapter I wish she was on the last page The last page [Chorus] Mama's got a lover (mama's got a lover) Mama's got a lover (mama's got a lover), oh Mama's got a lover (mama's got a lover) My mama's got a lover (mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) |
Who Wrote Mama's Got a Lover By Lou Reed?
Lou Reed
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What's The Duration Of The Mama's Got a Lover By Lou Reed?The duration of Mama's Got a Lover is 4:14 minutes and seconds. |
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