When times are the worst you see who you've got you know what is real and you find out what is not I thought I had something but now I hurt so bad
He said let's go out for drinks And we'll talk some business I was young I didn't think and the next thing I knew I was driving his Rolls Royce trying
You said my tight jeans were causing him to sin and that anyway you never liked girls like me strutting around with my shirt tucked in not covering
If I told you all the thoughts that I have Would it make you happy or would it make you sad You and I, already so close You're the one I want to know
Well I haven't felt right a few nights or more and I recognize this dance from times before and I know this too shall pass but I wish there was less
well you call me on the phone I am watching tv alone and you say "when you become big and famous, and the crowds are going wild and you're making lots
a crowded room some shallow club in L.A. trying to talk over the music like there's anything to say he turns to me and says "people are more real
Well I can't blame the rain for all of my pain and I can't blame the clouds and I can't blame the sky or be jealous of the birds that fly does
If I will not eat a cow. . . If a Bible's in my house If I spend my days in prayer If a veil covers my head If I make the floor my bed What does
on cherry road house 1202 there's an interesting woman who paints male nudes she spreads their legs til it's almost crude and she paints a full frontal
