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 '60s

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 they're 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