I am an old woman named after my mother My old man is another child that's grown old If dreams were lightning thunder was desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry Make me a poster of an old

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles And the heavens open every time she smiles And when I come to her that's where I belong Yet I'm running to her like a river's song She's got a fine sense of

Golden touch It happens every time your lips touch mine There's a feeling that's so divine There's magic in you I wasn't very strong till you came along You made me realize that by your side, boy Is where I belong There's a kind of magic in the air

Hep, two, three, four Marching along Love as much as I can Try and be strong Good for the time that's not too far Good while no jealousy and war Aim my sad eyes into the sun Think of all people just as one Oh, yeah, there's a love march going on here

Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods your dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme

'Cause I feel like I’m always dreaming All night, no sleep Wide awake, that’s okay, as long as I’m with you I’ll be up all night, no sleep 'Cause I've been up all night Sometimes I tend to lose myself when I’m out here on my own And I never seem to get

Love starts with a toothbrush Everything that's anything Starts out as a little thing Just needs a little time and room to grow Step by step, day by day It all adds up along the way And the next thing that you know A Bic razor and a Dixie cup A little

And the shit seems to follow Sometimes I feel it chasing me All the hate that's breaking free I realize I'm taking everything This time I feel it taking me To a place I hate to be All along I sing to make believe I'm thinking of, Thanking all the fucked

You should have told me, Lucy That's a long time How do you do, Lucy? You sure been hard to find I heard you had a daughter six years old And I just can keep from crying Six years and Lucy Lord, have mercy Is she pretty? Has she grown?

Hey Miss Lady, come on home I remember long time ago You outside of your show Tell me to come back You said that I was on your jet So then that’s why all I know Someday you will come around talking your charm You say that you thought that you’ll be mine