Conversations that
went on terrible paths
don't talk about that
No no don't talk about that
We're coming back loud
and end this conversation
Said you let your hair down
you got enough to go round
oh mine
Said you let your hair down
but you've been telling me
that since the day we meet
She's laughing
like a choir girl
She's laughing
like a choir girl
She's laughing
like a choir girl
when she doubles over
sounds like Hallelujah
She's talking to my mother
She's on the phone
with my mother
She's talking to my mother
She's looking up at me like
I'm a criminal
She bargains like a lawyer
sacrifice like a martyr
She's just her
mother's daughter
cutting cloth and
washing a pan
Man we were
still just babies
dreaming of the sixties
Man we were
still just babies
dressing up in rags
with our wallets full
Now our pockets are shallow
our quart running low
I saw their empty
but I'm just a fool
A woman
in the kitchen told me
that true love it waits
but of all the rules he lives by
that's the one that he hates