I remember the day I called mama on the telephone I told her: Mama I'm getting married I could hear her voice On the other side of the telephone She was smiling And she asked me a question that I proudly answered She said: Son did you take time to know her? I said: Mama, she's the best But today it hurts me so To go back to mama and say Mama I'm getting divorced Oh, I'm getting divorced This choice I made Didn't work out the way I thought it would This choice I made It hurts me so mama This choice I made Didn't work out the way I thought it would This choice of mine, oh Mama said to me It's not easy to understand it son But I hope you will make it You'll be happy again It's not easy to understand it son But I hope you will make it You'll be happy again I remember in church When the preacher man read the scriptures You looked so beautiful, so beautiful and so innocent I did not know that behind that beauty Lies the true colours that will destroy me in the near future This choice I made Didn't work out the way I thought it would be Oh, mama This choice I made Didn't work out the way I thought it would be Now I'm hurting I remember when I held you By the hand preacher-man read the scriptures Putting words in your mouth Maybe what the preacher-man said Was not something that was within you Now I know what they mean when they say Beautiful woman is another man's plaything Oh Lord, I'm hurting now This choice I made Didn't work out the way I thought it would This choice of mine, oh Mama said to me It's not easy to understand it son But I hope you will make it You'll be happy again It's not easy to understand it son But I hope you will make it You'll be happy again