Never on time, never boxed wine
Exactly what she says is what she means
Loves her garden and people watching
The apple, it don't fall far from the tree

The way she dances on a table
And holds onto a grudge
The never-looking-back look in her eyes
The sweetheart and the stubborn

The fighter and the lover
She gets it from her mother
Swears they're nothing like each other
She gets it from her mother

Mindless TV, a little bougie
Sentimental jewelry 'round her neck
Yeah, she drives a little faster
And her hair's a little darker
Gets her twisted sense of humor from her father

But the way she dances on a table
And holds onto a grudge
The never-looking-back look in her eyes
The sweetheart and the stubborn

The fighter and the lover
She gets it from her mother
She gets it from her mother
Swears they're nothing like each other
Yeah, she gets it from her mother