Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Breaking Hearts Of Little Girls Like You

Oh don't make me over
Now look at my face and not my place
7: 30, too early to think about love
When I wake up, just want to go back to sleep

Swing low, the sweet taste upon your lips haunts me so
Til I find another heart to break, just a girl like you.
Say so fast it won't last
Just a song with one verse

Cherry, cherry love is just a candy to you
Run away from it tonight
Just listen to tears from a breaking heart
It's the sound of freedom's cost

Put me above any hope
It hits you so hard I saw stars
They all fall so hard you saw stars
So hard there was God

How did you get so desparate
How did your love deny
How can you be alive you are so far
There're all watching you

The sun goes down and I watch you slip away
And I knew it was all through
All sins are drowning by light
The light that just radiates

Submitted: Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014

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