Lyrics:
Growing up I knew this Little brown girl
Stare into her eyes you could see the whole world
She use to throw paint splatters all over her homework
the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down
On my own
On my own
So many promises never should be spoken
Now I know what loving you cost
Now we're up to talking divorce
And we weren't even
One more sunrise
One more day to get through
One more sunrise
One more day without you
And false lips that I knew could never be true
One more
as bright in life as the real one
It's never quite the same as the real one
And tell me grey seal
How does it feel
To be so wise
To see through eyes
While the music played, you worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond
downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave
And they ruled the woman's death a suicide
Bound by their behavior
They could have been her savior
Now guilt becomes the endless debt they owe
But
Brown guilty eyes and little white lies
Yeah, i played dumb but i always knew
That you'd talked to her
Maybe did even worse
I kept quiet so i could
Your mind is made up you won't even try
You didn't even cry this time
You say that we could never see eye to eye
And one of us just must be blind
of the hardships,
Cause things should never be this way.
Say it loud. Say it loud and clear.
Forget about. Forget about last year.
Stop wishing it were
Outkast, Snoop Dogg, Sleepy Brown, ow
Ching-a-ling, the ride is on gleam, 'cause
Ching-a-ling, we're so fresh, so clean
Ching-a-ling, we always
me go it alone
Turn your head up to the sky
Nothing down below but me
Face the truth to realize all that we could be
Torn apart by rage and fear
She may be lost
She may be out of bounds
All her tenderness and charms could be something
A man like me has never found
But in her woman's way
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
to much Chris"
So feel the fire, of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fine brother packing, and what I'm packing's real bad
If I could grab a hold of your
I found they were all rank strangers to me
Everybody I met seemed to be a rank stranger
No mother or dad not a friend could I see
They knew
your way
You seem to forget you're not perfect
You show me my faults every day
But you took my name knowing I could never change
Now it looks like
Darden, fuck Marsha Clark.
Taking us, when we're in the spotlight, for a joke.
Changing by the day, I see it's getting bigga in my square.
Looking
I wondered alone from my home by the river
Where in youths early dawn I was happy and free
I looked for my friends
But I never could find 'em
I
what more could you ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life hasn't been
Oh, we were born within an hour of each other
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother
Your name is Deborah (Deborah)
It never suited ya
From the back of your big brown eyes
I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could
And I hoped you would
We could see that you weren't yourself
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