Thinking surface looking under
You want something look no further
Thinking hard but working in a small time
She was born in mid-town provincial
Harper Lee said it's allowed
Mama wakes up raising money
In the back room speaking like a sonnet
Freak see-saw romance come
She's here to serve it up
Raising fools and it's no wonder
What we have a care for we won't tear asunder
We offend but she won't suffer
She's like having heaven in your home
You can suffer all your monies
Rose and me still love you honey
Could I face another day content that I was under
But if you go leave your soul home
Thinking surface looking under
You want something look no further
Break it down softly she won't murmur
She was thrown from big-town provincial
People there are neither hip nor dumb
She's here to serve it up
Could I face another day content that I was under
But if you go leave your soul to live in wonder
If you go leave your soul home
She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
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