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