he hated women And i knew he was angry with me But i couldn't worry about it I went about my business Rehearsing my choir Rehearsing my choir (da da
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plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet, A candymaker's knife in my handbag. A candymaker's knife in my handbag. That night I was to meet my husband's father
the noise from the traffic and construction is so terrible. And I stood there in the slush, and I walked along, very slowly, to the tree by the turn and I went in front of my
Now, as for my aunt, Who told on me. She was always wearing her turbans. Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy. Having dinner at the captain's table
"Well, good for you. But we have something too." So said my aunt. A bowling alley and lunch counter filled with fellas on their lunch break, from the
, and he hated women. And I knew he was angry with me, but I couldn't worry about it. I went about my business, rehearsing my choir. Rehearsing my choir
[ELEANOR:] slavin' away all for you my love and i've nothin to show for it cept my dusty old book full of pictures a dusty old book tell me a story bout
hair fall straight out. The potion was ready back at my apartment and my sister and I mumbled and crossed ourselves when we dropped the curses in. And I thought of my husband, My
Faster, hammers! Faster, hammers! Churn and turn into my late train to my lost love! Ring away today, stick, bruise into my felt, or so I felt. I found
me that she cheats." "Oh, don't you start! Jealous heart." Jealous heart. Jealous heart. I put one foot forward and one foot back, My hand upon my hip. I gave my
letters every day, which were later thrown away. And God knows what we wrote or what they said, but this is probably how they read. Now, at my wedding, my
from New Hampshire and Harrisburg were coming. And the day I heard I went home and closed the door to my room. And I laid down on my bed, And I may have
