The blind here are so sharp and they cut The light from a primitive sun You know I really wanted her Society thinks so highly now Before I lost the sight of her
My man, he quietly closes the door My hands, I feel like I've been here before
There's no reason to get hurt You don't need to sell your shirt
You've finally found your place
I saw someone who looked like you on
The lights in the bell house were still on We all need somebody to love
My man, he quietly closes the door My hands, I feel like I've been here before
There's no reason to get hurt You don't need to sell your shirt
You've finally found your place