You didn't know No, you didn't know when I was coming home You didn't think that a woman knows how to roam I thought that I had the right To come back all bent up and tight 'Cause you're with her, or at least you were You were with her Why is there strife in this foolish life? Why is there pain, so much pain, over and over again? I'm tired of it I walked all over this town And it trampled on me all up and down 'Cause it hates the weak And I am the weak God's the one who listens to me speak And I cry to him feeling all mild and meek "Hold my hand Help me understand the way of the weak"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
