Dripping streetlights and darkened buildings Wandering, head hung down low As she's walking she can't help wondering Does her mama know, where will she go? Woman child, your eyes are wild The rain runs down your hair Woman child, mercy mild What will you tell your teddy bear? I turned you on to my solid body My electric Gibson guitar My clever fingers, they searched and found out Exactly where you are, you went too far Woman child, your eyes are wild The rain runs down your hair Woman child, mercy mild What will you tell your teddy bear? I was an, an early morning phone call What news have I received A halting voice is telling me What we have both conceived Asking how the dilemma, how can it be relieved? I will give you money, honey, I set up a time You got to go there on your own babe 'Cause I don't know that it's mine Oh, woman child Mama's little angel's been defiled Took a taxi to the clinic Where they do the modern thing The white coat doctor laid her out Said, "You won't feel a thing" You got the sweet salvation That a little old knife can bring You don't have to worry 'bout no offspring Woman child, your eyes are wild The rain runs down your hair Woman child, mercy mild What will you tell your teddy bear? That's that, go home and take a nap It's just a two hundred dollar mishap It don't mean a thing, it's all over now You can tell your singer to sing © STORY SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com