(*Brooke McClymont/Erin Sherlock) Momma had two girls, pretty little angels Bows & dresses and sunday school Along came the baby, oh lord save me Must've been born 'neath an angry moon Oh momma cried 'what did i do?' She didn't like playin with baby dolls She didn't play nice with the other girls She grew lean, she grew tall Racin round the town like a cannonball Oh daddy yelled 'girl, get back to school' Many hearts will fall She'll take your number but never call And when she flies she's beautiful Cause you can't hold onto a cannonball She don't drink tea, no, with the ladies She's down at the creek where the boys go wild Raisin hell and drivin them crazy Beingin love just ain't her style Oh the preacher cried 'lord how I've tried' Many hearts will fall She'll take your number but never call And when she flies she's beautiful Cause you can't hold onto a cannonball When the rooster starts to crow Shell be up, she'll be gone You've been told and you've been warned You can't hold onto a cannonball Any hearts will fall She'll take your number but never call When she flies she's beautiful Cos you can't hold onto a cannonball Can't hold on Can't hold onto a cannonball