St. Louis

(álbum: Letters from Chutney - 1995)

Held it up
You pushed it down
Looked so wicked
Wearing your crown
Of cotton thorns
I guess you fake the pain, the pain
But since I can't reeally afford
To give you what you want, what you want
Here I am
Come and get me
Bundled up
Just like my grandma sent me
Why's you give it up
It's like you never tried, never tried
But if you try for something more
You'll be giving up again, up again
Picked up a rock
Wishing it was skin
Never did know
Where to begin
To be more of me
I need to see less of you, of you
But since that same old feeling has gone
This won't be near as hard, near as hard

But since that same old feeling has gone
This won't be near as hard