my chin is sore the bruise is gone but the spot is tender
gave my hand a sister coy to Cotton Alley where you did enjoy your wicked games you curious boy
tied my laces up together when I fell you laughed until your belly was sore
in the brick laid aisle behind the five and dime store
that's how I made you blush but doubt if you remember
were my tears genuine or those of a skilled pretender
nothing precious plain to see don't make a fuss over me not loud not soft but somewhere in between say sorry let it be the word you mean
I was a little pest who never took a hint could never take a hint
you pinched my fingers in a door tossed my coloring book in a rusty barrel
pulled spiders from my hair fingers in the door
my favorite blue blouse stained on the back running from a berry war
can you hear me scream in Cotton Alley scream in Cotton Alley in Cotton AlleyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.