Mamma Mia, you're a spicy meatball
Mamma Mia, I know I've seen it all
Mamma Mia, yeah I've heard it all before
And Mamma Mia, I didn't buy it at the store.
You're not the kind that I'd fix with spaghetti
You're not the kind that I'd cut with a machete
You're not the kind that I'd cover with sauce
But now that I think about it, I'm having second thoughts.
You're the kind that I'd take to dinner
You're the kind that might make me a winner
You're the kind that would tell me to get lost
And now that I think about it, I'm having second thoughts.
Mamma Mia, you're a spicy meatball
Mamma Mia, I know I've seen it all
Mamma Mia, yeah I've heard it all before
And Mamma Mia, I didn't buy it at the store.
You're the kind that competes it's true
You're the kind that has men tripping over you
You're the kind that doesn't count the cost
And now that I think about it, I'm having second thoughts.
You're not the kind to stay in one place
You're not the kind to remember my face
You're not the kind I'd cut in front of
But now that I think about it, I'm having second thoughts
my love
Mamma Mia, you're a spicy meatball
Mamma Mia, I know I've seen it all
Mamma Mia, yeah I've heard it all before
And Mamma Mia, that's why I left you at the store.
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