There's a crow flying, dark and ragged, tree to tree He's black as the highway that's leading me Now he's diving down to pick up on something shiny I
Well I don't need you hangin 'round my door. Tryin to drag me back down to the shore. And I ain't gonna drink your dirty water no more. Well I got wet
She got a sink fulla dishes, and clothes on the line She gotta a sweet little baby and a husband she can't find She gets alot of free advice from her
Walked across the room In a neon light Dark pair of shades Blocking out the night Smoke ring blowing White Owl Panatella There wasn't a thing That man
Little girl standin' on the corner Somebody, please won't you lend a hand? I'm just the ghetto child In this so-called, in this so-called free land Somebody
Gotta tell you baby You've clowned up my life Somethin' deep inside my mind Tells me it don't feel right I'm just getting wise To that look in your eyes
Пераклад: Shemekia Copeland. Гета дзіцяці.
Пераклад: Shemekia Copeland. Баязлівасць.
