Excuse my stare. It's only admiration. I cannot hide this infatuation. A young adolescent, such an innocent child. The winning contestant for the little girl's smile.
It's difficult to love you when you do the things you do. Time and time again.. And when I try to turn it off, you turn from smooth, you play it rough,.
I see the morning light breaking in. Another day, another hell within. Yesterday's sorrows come creeping by. Soon to remind my of tomorrow's lies. I gasp for air I scream for sight.
I done had money. I done been broke. I done been talked about something awful. Done been lied on by so many folks. I done even been depressed at times.
Your words echoing deep in my mind. Fearing the hurt of things to come. you dwell in the days left behind. . To live or die. Wandering the strange ways of time.
I done had money and I done been broke. I done been talked about something awful. Done been lied on by so many folks. I done even been depressed at times.
(Cry, baby). I heard a cry at night, I heard him slam the door. There was a screech of tyres, but he'll be back for sure. Now through my apartment wall, I can hear her sweet tears startin' to fall.
You are everything I would. You are found in what I do. As the moon passes slowly by. We say our words and then we cry. A little bit 'cause we do belong.