French Quarter
Never
When I'm packed up and goneWill you be laying there stillAt the top of the hillKeeping those young men downIn that spot in the treesBy the lake and all it's breeze aroundAnd you take off your (?)And (?) I'm a woman nowThe boys all sayYou won't be blamedI'll get you home on timeYour mother will never knowSo look beneath our streetsFind a present there buried by meIt's my feet in a boxWaiting for you to keepI don't need them anymoreThough my legs are mighty sorry withoutLetras de cancionesThese places I'm goingI don't mind crawling aroundWould've gladly made you mineWith all those forays of mineI didn't think you'd mindMe crawling away
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