More Info Momma told her baby girl take it real slow
Girl told her momma hey I really gotta go he's waitin' in the car
Momma said girl you won't get far
Thus are the dreams of an average Jane
Ninety miles an hour down a lovers lane on a tank of dreams
Oh if she could've only seen
But fate's got cards that it don't want to show and that boy's just
A walkaway Joe born to be a leaver
Tell you from the word go destined to deceive her
