Who'll tell your future, I can't tell my past
Who'll tell your future, I can't tell my past
Seem like every minute lord is sure gonna be my last
Gonna who do ya baby, got you on my mind
Who do ya baby, got you on my mind
Wait a few months darlin' it will drive you right outta your mind
'Cause you're a crazy little mama and you know you can't be beat
I got somethin' for ya baby that is awful sweet
Come on little mama gonna knock ya right off your feet
See that picture baby hangin' up on your mama's shelf
See that picture baby hangin' up on your mama's shelf
I'm gettin' tired, tired, tired lord of sleepin' all by myself
Who'll tell your future, I can't tell my past
Who'll tell your future, I can't tell my past
Seem like every minute lord is sure gonna be my last
Tho the past was sour lord the future can be mighty sweet
We finally found a home and our love just can't be beat
You know it's forever and I'm never never gonna leave
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