Conversations that went on terrible paths Don't talk about that, no no don't talk about that We're coming back loud, ending this conversation
Said you let your hair down You've got enough to go 'round, oh my Said you'd let your hair down But you've been telling me that since the day we met
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 up and
We were still just babies Dreaming of the 60's We were still just babies Dressing up in rags with our wallets full
Now our pockets are shallow coin runnin' low I saw their empty but I'm just a fool Roman 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