Elliott Smith "No Name #4" |
For a change she got out before he hurt her bad Took her records and clothes and pictures of her Boy he really made her sad. Packed it up and didn't look back I'm okay let's just forget all about it. The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pie In her bag I saw things she drew when she was nine, like this one here All alone nobody near, what a shame Let's just not talk about it No it doesn't look like you But you did wear cowboy boots That's your thing There's no question about it. Once we got back inside With one into the ground I was ready to hide Cause I don't know who's around And you look scared It's our secret do not tell Well OK let's just not talk about it. Don't tell it's OK Let's just not talk about it. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |