Mama never let me wear my Rubber Skirt.
Mama never let me whore myself on you.
I coulda been something. I coulda been something.
I coulda been something sweet like your honey bee.

I’ve seen you with the Moon and you said let’s fall in love.
Well, I have heard that talk and the talk ain’t good enough.
Does anybody love me. Does anybody love me.
Does Anybody love me sweet like your honey bee.

It’s been a long long time…

And I guess I could spare a little drop of my love for you.
Yes I guess I could make a little personal time for you.

Tell it to the black-haired boy, baby, make him cry.
Tell it with a tear, tell it with a cheer, tell him Why.
He coulda been something. He coulda been something.
He coulda been something sweet like your honey bee.

It’s been a long long time…

And I guess I could spare a little drop of my love for you.
Yes I guess I could make a little personal time for you.

Mama never let me wear my Rubber Skirt.