The dancing queen gave me her crown the day that I turned 17
But she passed down so much more than these vintage Levi's jeans
I came out tougher like my brother but we're not the only ones
I hold my liquor like my sister, but where do you think we got it from?
If you like the way I walk, the way I talk, the hazel in my eyes
The songs I sing, how big I dream, and laugh until I cry
Why my heart is on my sleeve and I scream when I hear Madonna
Everything good in me, I got it from my mama, oh-oh-oh
I got it from my mama, oh-oh-oh
Scraped knees or broken hearts, I'd always run to her
She'd hold me close and say "Honey, it's got nothing on giving birth"
From my freckles to my smile and how I have to have the last word
Yeah, if you ask my father, he'll tell you that it's all her
If you like the way I walk, the way I talk, the hazel in my eyes
The songs I sing, how big I dream, and laugh until I cry
Why my heart is on my sleeve and I scream when I hear Madonna
Everything good in me, I got it from my mama, oh-oh-oh
I got it from my mama, oh-oh-oh
I come from a long line of girls who were taught right
I hope one day when I have a daughter she'll tell you
She got it from her mama, oh-oh-oh
She got it from her mama, yeah
If you like the way I walk, the way I talk, the hazel in my eyes
The songs I sing, how big I dream, and laugh until I cry
Why my heart is on my sleeve and I scream when I hear Madonna
Everything good in me
Everything I'll ever need, I got it from my mama, oh-oh-oh
I got it from my mama