Through the years I've prepared feeling sure that you cared. I believe I'm entitled to you. And with you on my mind in my heart I'm inclined. To believe I'm entitled to you.
She labored so hard in this world below. She didn't have things that most mothers know. Raising her children on a widow's small pay. Washing and ironing since dad passed away.
In your heart there's just standing room only you had so many lovers before. But please pity your life that's been lonely and let me come in your heart's door.
Down the road of love I see sign after sign. That tells me you're no longer mine. But a heart full of love is a heart sad and blind. I love you so and it hurts me to know that.
NO HELP WANTED. Writer Bill Carlisle. . Now I've got a gal from New Orleans. She's the cutest little thing that you ever have seen. She's got a cute little walk with a hippity-hop.