Got It from My Mama

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