Letras:
Marthia Sides

Ahh, ahh Everybody's telling me to call. That won't do us no good at all. Tryed to make the pieces fit,a thousand times before and I can't take it anymore

Friday night, the time is right, I'm ready to roll. Works done, I tell you girl, this job is gettin' old. It the weekend, and it ain't no crime. Cause

V1 Packed my suitcase for the very last time. And cryed my last tear. Pushed your memory to the back of my mind. I don't wish you were here. Yes it

V1 After every snow storm, in her dark blue Winter coat. Our blue eyed, little girl, would go outside in the snow. We'd watch her from our window, as