Sitting on the front step, little white suitcase Hearing that diesel Ford hit the front gate His headlights burning down a Friday night Southern bell statue standing in the screen door Watching her whole world head forward, no her Ford With a man that can't look her in the eye Then I run to him, big hug, jump in And I cry for her out the window Some mamas and daddies are living in a straight line Take forever to harden and take a long, sweet ride But some mamas and daddies let their heartstrings tear and tangle And some of us get stuck in a love triangle Bowling alley burger, fries and a milkshake Headed to the same old $2.00 matinee Baby, how's your school been and how's your mom? Patsy Cline echoes back off the dashboard Staring at my boots in the dusty old Ford Baby, two weeks ain't really all that long Then I run to her, wrap my arms around her skirt And I cry for him out the window Some mamas and daddies are living in a straight line Take forever to harden and take a long, sweet ride But some mamas and daddies let their heartstrings tear and tangle And some of us get stuck in a love triangle Some mamas and daddies are living in a straight line Take forever to harden and take a long, sweet ride But some mamas and daddies let their heartstrings tear and tangle Some mamas and daddies ran out of love in 94 Some mamas and daddies don't even talk no more Some mamas and daddies let their heartstrings tear and tangle And some of us get stuck in a love triangle *