Tytuł: Suwannee Jo

• Wykonawca: Paula Cole
• Wyświetleń: 315

Idiot kitty to New York City
   Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty
   Meet the munch for business lunch
   But your feet bleed under the table
  
   But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
   You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts
   You smell like liquor and you're high as a hawk
   You laugh to yourself but you talk like a rock
  
   Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight
   Doesn't answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm
   She met Mr.Mike in'89
   But she's a hundred pounds heavier and won't go outside
  
   But Suwannee Jo, You're dark and slow
   You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts
   Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold,
   You can take a woman's husband
   but you don't want to marry him
   You just want to hold him
  
   Nora Mable, behind your table
   Expensive knowledge from ten years of college
   But when it comes to livin', the book isn't written
   Your brain's under "M" in the library missing
  
   Suwannee Jo, you follow your soul
   (Nothing more important than following your soul)