A finger's touch upon my lips. It's a morning yearning, it's a morning yearning. Pull the curtains shut, try to keep it dark. But the sun is burning, the sun is burning.
Papa he left home today. Said he ain't comin' back again. Said he ain't gonna be nobody's second best. Just couse mama's got a special kind of friend.
Papa he left home today. Said he ain't comin' back again. Said he ain't gonna be nobody's second best. Just couse mama's got a special kind of friend.
Could paint the sun and the moon. And the stars straight down from the sky. Carve your likeness in stone. Down to the light that shines in your eyes. Build a church in your honor.