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""When Youre Good To Mama" by Queen Latifah (Performed by kaylamds)

I nod, grinning. I quickly find a place to change clothes. I come onto the dark stage with a big white feather fan, wearing a golden dress, my hair up in a bun with a few curls for good measure. I stand on the side of the stage as the jazz music starts playing. I wave the fan, then put it against my chest.

Ask any of the chickies in my pen. They'll tell I'm the biggest mother A pause hen

I love 'em all and all of them love me. I stroke my fan fondly as I say this
Because the system works, the system called reciprocity.

My face takes on a more serious tone as I close my fan and the music plays

Got a little motto, always sees me through.
When you're good to Mama, Mama's good to you. I dance around the stage while singing this

There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do.
You do one for Mama, I shake the fan out, throwing out my chest she'll do one for you

They say that life is tit for tat, and that's the way I live

I walk down to the audience

So, I deserve a lot of tat I come to a table, playing with the man with my fan For what I've got to give
I run the the fan up his face, much like a person pointing to a spot on his shirt and flicking his nose

Don't you know that this hand I go to another table and show my hand through the fan, then turn to another table Washes that one too?

When you're good to Mama, I take a sip of the wine on the table
Mama's good to you! I walk back on stage, dancing as the music plays. You can see me through a curtain that goes from one end of the stage to the other, dancing with my fan.

I come out again, pulling a green piece of long cloth from the dress, on my chest
If you want my gravy,
pepper my ragout.
Spice it up for Mama, she'll get hot for you. I play with the cloth, waving it and such

When they pass that basket folks contribute to You put in for Mama, she'll pull out for you I go around to random tables, playing with the men with the green cloth, then walk back on stage.

The folks atop the ladder are the ones the world adores.
So boost me up my ladder, kid, and I'll boost you up yours.

Let's all stroke together, like the Princeton crew. I walk backwards, moving my shoulders as if I'm rowing a boat almost, weaving one way and the other
When you're strokin' Mama, Mama's strokin' you. I run the cloth through my hands

So what's the one conclusion I can bring this number to?

When you're good to Mama I point at myself, closing my eyes and giving over to the music
Mama's good to you, ah, yes! I turn around and lift the cloth, letting it tumble down my arm, and so it ends as the lights go out.

I walk back to the bar. I imagine my cheeks must be a brilliant red. I order a red wine, down the whole glass in one drink, and ask for a gin. I do believe I'll wear myself out if I do that again. Singers and actors must have amazing stamina, to be able to do that all the time...

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