Sweet Young Thing

Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama found it draped over the toilet bowl

Mama said: Child, what you done?
Mama said: Child, what you done?
Wake up and greet the mid-day Sun

Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama's little pills spilled all over the floor

Mama can't handle her on her own
Mama can't handle her on her own
She says: You just wait till your father gets home