Mama - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I feel my neck a-burnin' from your rapid heavy breathing

And with the soul-bindin' glance our eyes would dance

And I held him uncomfortably tight

With the pale moon in his eyes

Dear mother why'd you teach me not to cry?

I learned a lot from singing and I learned a lot from being

A child who often held her head too high

And I keep it inside where my tendencies lie

I wished it away all the while

Dear mother why'd you teach me not to cry?

Mama never taught me how to cry

Still I'm here takin' notes all the time

Sure got a lotta questions on my mind

Mama never taught me how to cry

I took some time a-walkin' 'neath the yellow bird found squawkin'

Her cries they echoed bright and shook me through

AndI fell to my knees and my shoulder you squeezed

And I felt the jealousy rise

Dear mother why'd you teach me not to cry?

Mama never taught me how to cry

Still I'm here takin' notes all the time

Sure got a lotta questions on my mind

Mama never taught me how to cry

My brother swung last winter 'neath the tree that gave me splinters

On my hands and on my arms and on my feet

And I tried to decide where my feelings should lie

With bloodied hands I swept it aside

Dear mother why'd you teach me not to cry?

Mama never taught me how to cry

Still I'm here takin' notes all the time

Sure got a lotta questions on my mind

Mama never taught me how to cry