(from "Divine Secrets Of The Yaya Sisterhood" soundtrack)
You don't have to have a hanker
To be a broker or a banker;
No, sirree, just live to be
My mother's son-in-law!
Needn't even think of tryin',
To be a mighty social lion
Sippin' tea, if you will be,
My mother's son-in-law!
Ain't got the least desire
To set the world on fire;
Just wish you'd make it proper,
To call my old man papa!
You don't have to sing like Bledsoe,
You can tell the world I said so,
Can't you see you got to be,
My mother's son-in-law!
You don't have to sing like Bledsoe,
You can tell the world I said so,
Can't you see you've got to be,
My mama's son-in-law!
1 | I Try |
2 | Still |
3 | Why Didn't You Call Me? |
4 | Why Didn't You Call Me |
5 | Finally Made Me Happy |
6 | What I Gotta Do |
7 | Creep |
8 | Lately |
9 | Don't Forget Me |
10 | Hands |