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John Hiatt Little Head

headed monster is so distasteful Forgive me when my instincts start stinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head

After all this time I'm glad your loving me 'Cause after all this time So many disagree To turn off the lights Or pull down the shade Don't be afraid

I thought I had to curl up from my head down to my toes But heaven knows that I was wrong, I'm feeling again Holding my breath and holed up in this

knows he can Provide an afterglow For you, my sweet girl Cause you're my sweet girl Do, do, do.... My sweet girl, do you know you are My lovely dream, my little

On the outside, a beautiful thing On the inside, a bird with a broken wing Chances taken, now the dark angels circle in the wind You're mistaken,

I heard this poor town --'s daddy --- like he was just some kind of crazy old fool Maybe he is, maybe he ain't - hey, I don't know But I know that

was done by a bad magician There was a point at which she just had to laugh You could appreciate her position Her legs in one way, and her head