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Last night I got served a little bit too much of that poison baby Last night I did things I'm not proud of And I got a little crazy Last night I met a guy on the dance floor And I let him call me baby And I don't even know his last name Oh, my mama w

Last night, I got served a little too much of that poison baby Last night, I did things I'm not proud of And I got a little crazy Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby And I don't even know his last name My momma would

You wouldn't hate 'em, you wouldn't fight 'em You wouldn't judge or criticize 'em You wouldn't hide 'em from your spouses You wouldn't lock 'em out of your houses You wouldn't forget 'em If they had a bit of your blood in 'em You wouldn't protest, yo