Žodžiai dainai: Nina Gordon. Black & Blonde.

What's that sound, what's that sound, what's that sound

You got me hanging on and listening to confessions on the telephone

Hear me now, hear me now, hear me now

You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on
God save the middle child she's never what she seems
Can't blame the middle child she's drowning in her dreams

Dumb it down, dumb it down, dumb it down

You've got the wrong address I'm a mortar and a pestal, not a garlic press
Beware the middle child she'll bring you to your knees
She's just a little child who's falling in between
Save the middle child she's never what she seems
You can't blame the middle child she's drowning in her dreams

Hear me now, hear me now, hear me now
You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on

Beware the middle child she'll bring you to your knees
She's just a little child who's falling in between
Save the middle child she's never what she seems
You can't blame the middle child she's drowning??she?s drowning

The ringing in my ears from playing too loud
I hear the ocean I hear the crowd