Everywhere you look. You can write a book. On the trouble of a woman and a man. But you can not impose. You can't stick your nose. Into something that you don't understand.
Once was a thought inside my head. Fore I'd reach thirty I'd be dead. Now somehow on and on I go-o-o. I keep on rolling with the flow. . Folks said that I would change my mind.
Everywhere you look, you can write a book. On the trouble with a woman and a man. But you cannot impose, you can't stick your nose. Into somethin' that you don't understand.
Some men treat you just like a lady. Others treat you just like a child. And they can drive you so far away. Or they can drive you wild. . Some you wanna show to your mama.