Little boy, if you run away Press your inside your mama's shoes You'll be out dancing down in the den I guess you ever think you'd lose
I know it's hard sleeping on those It's better than your gold All the drivers on their in your sheets You know what were looking for
I remember why I stopped dreaming All my imaginary are gone the door your dad's been drinking Child, your mother's never home
Oh, my God, what have you
I'm seeing children, things That I children shouldn't see Boy, you look like your mother Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm children, seeing things That I think shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your
Mom, I guess I've been alive up in the I love to hear them say I like you win the heart of every broken man I meet Now tell me, what's a girl to do?
I am the of 18 wheelers The sister of your heart I am the of the street healers I am the lover that you apart
Oh, my God, what I done?
I'm children, seeing things That I children shouldn't see Boy, you look just your mother Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm children, seeing things That I think shouldn't see Boy, you just like your mother
Oh, you fell asleep in the corner of your
I'm children, seeing things That I children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm children, seeing things That I children shouldn't see Boy, you look just your mother
Well, I am the who The only who I am the who I am the child who saw