I lost all of my vanity 
When I peered into the pool
I lost all of my innocence 
When I fell in love with you
I never knew a man fall so far until I landed here
Where all of my wounds they turn into gold when I kissed your hair

Come to me, Hannah
Hannah, won't you come on to me?
I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you just be kind to me

Ask her why she cries so loud
She will not say a word
Eyes like ice and hands that shake
She takes what she deserves
To celebrate her emptiness
In a cold and lonely room
Sweep the floor with your long flowered dress
If you cannot find a broom

Come to me, Hannah
Hannah, won't you come on to me?
I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you just be kind to me

She got hair that flows right down
Right down to the backs of her knees
Her papa, he was a preaching man 
And the Lord is hard to please
So he comes down from the Ozark hills to these very streets to roam
With a banjo and a bible and a fine thooth comb

Come to me, Hannah
Hannah, won't you come on to me?
I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you just be kind to me

I'd walk one mile on this broken glass 
To fall down at your feet
Mmm, you're the queen of the street

I climb the tree with my Hannahlee
My intentions, they were pure
Oh, the breeze did whip and I lost my grip
I tumbled towards the earth
Where you never would guess who it was that stood below
His name I will never tell
But his arms were clear
And his arms were strong
And caught me as I fell

Now come to me, Hannah
Hannah, won't you come on to me?
I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you just be kind to me

I'd walk one mile on this broken glass
To fall down at your feet
Mmm you're the queen of the street
The queen of the street