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Text: Joe Jackson. Dear Mom.

Dear mom, I thought I found my sister
Downtown, less than a week ago
I called in and some guy said, I just missed her
She moved on where do you think she'd go?

Dear mom, I know, she's only sixteen
She's tough but these days you never know
Someone saw her at the El Mocambo
He said, ?She put on quite a show?

What if she won't come home
You know, she don't want your money
What if she won't come home?

Dear mom, I saw her on the subway
She looks good, she got a new tattoo
She swears, she's gonna call me later
I'd say, there's nothing we can do

What if she won't come home?
You know, she don't want your money
What if she won't come home?

Dear mom, I heard from my little sister
Guess what, she's really doing well
She told me to give you a message for her
"Dear mom, why don't you go to hell?"

Now that she won't come home
Maybe, I'll stick around here
Now that she won't come home

Now that she won't come home
Maybe, I'll stay forever
Now that she won't come home