Streetlamp on a park bench in the dying light of day She’s just a child with a child, in her arms, she prays For the strength to do what she has to do The baby cries and she whispers softly I wish I could give you silver, not a rusty old spoon Underneath, the toenail clipping moon//
The father really wasn’t worth much talking about He swore That he loved her and then he walked out the door When she told him that he would become a dad Just two poor kids with nothing to do And she said he’s just confused, he’ll be coming back soon Underneath the toenail clipping moon//
There’s dust on the floor and no food on the shelf I can barely afford to take care of myself Got no one to help me I’m in all alone It’s no way to live, a child needs a home A child needs a home//
Streetlamp on a park bench in the dying light of day Tomorrow she knows she has to give away I know someone will love you as much as me And give you what you deserve rightfully And maybe someday I’ll see you in April or June Underneath the toenail clipping moon//Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
