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