On the dresser where the cat sits and stares

She hangs her jewelry

Underneath the floor there's a secret door

Where she hides her monies

She don't need a man with feral hands

To make her live on her knees

She breaks at home

She been rolling stones

Since the age of thirteen

Picture show of the mother glow

By the blue moonlight

Conversation's brief don't ask her things

Friendly people make her shy

In her corner chair, color in her hair

She's lovely on her own

Ranch fingertips red lipsticks

Wherever she may go

I wanna hold you

Take care of (you)

Oh wanna hold you

Be with you

I wanna hold you

Be with her

I wanna hold you

Take care

I wanna hold you

Be with her

I wanna hold you

Take care