Sophie B. Hawkins

You Poor you Playing so long but you're still not grooving I see you running but I see you ain't moving And me Pitiful me I sleep with both eyes open but I'm just not seeing The forest let alone the trees Open up your golden arms I had enough of the

The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonely organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, But its not that way, I wasn't born to lose you. I want you, I want you,

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That old dog has chained you up all right Give you everything you need To live inside a twisted cage Sleep beside in empty rage I had a dream I was your hero Damn I wish I was your lover I'd rock you till the daylight comes Make sure you are smiling

It felt like spring time on this february morning In a courtyard birds were singing your praise I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright I carried them with me today Now As i lay me down to sleep This i pray That you will hold me d