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