John truly liked his best friend Billy, but he was in love with Billy's Mama

When I was eighteen, I made a new friend,
His name was Billy, he had an easy way and a sunny grin.
He invited me home to hang out,
I was young and didn't know what love was all about.
When we entered the door, I saw an antique little girl,
She oozed womanliness, and sent my hormones in a whirl.
Billy gave her a big, bear hug, saying," This is my Mama, aint she sweet?"
She was so lushous, good enough to eat.
Billy said," Aww come on John, give Mama a hug!"
I became all flustered and kept staring down at the rug.
Then she came over to me and gave me a squeeze,
I felt breathless and weak in my knees.
When we parted she had a smile on her ruby lips,
When she walked away, I became seasick watchin her swayin hips.
Mona Brown, my best friend's Mother,
I needed my face slapped for what I was thinkin, Billy treated me like a brother.
Sweet Mona, taught me and Billy how to slow dance,
With Mona in my arms, her breasts movin against my chest, I was in a love stoned trance.
Her voice was low and sexy, like the sigh of the wind,
Wantin to be near her, brought me back to Billy's house, again and again.
If Mona ever felt my passion, she never let on,
She was a fine, Southern Lady, above doin wrong.
Whenever I smell Jasmine, Mona comes to mind,
I still ache to hold Mona's body next to mine.

Music: Sometimes When We Touch