Young mama, young mama
You just need a little time
Maybe a new fella to talk about what's on your mind
Young mama, yeah, young mama
You just need a little time to dream
You just need a little time to play
Just an hour or so
She needs just a little time to dream
Just to lay in some nice warm bath water
'Cause she looks like she gettin' ready to scream, again
She needs just to sit and think a while
Just a little time, maybe with a little glass of wine

I hear her scream before she goes to sleep
Telephone rings, she hollers so loud
She's talkin' to him, I bet
'Bout "Can you come Sunday, and pick up the little tim," oh

Just don't have any time for herself
To set her worries on her shelf
She just should've closed the door
Locked out the world, like I do
She had the nerve to knock on my door
If she had the nerve to knock
My heart would drop to the floor
She's my secret young mama
All she has to do is say hello