Crying baby's on the doorstep Helpless as can be Lady of the evening, set your mind free Growing up in a ghetto, never seen a tree, oh
If you don't understand all the words to the song It's all you, it's all me If you don't understand all the words to the song It's all you, it's all me
If you try to make it better, try to fold 'em in You'll take it from your pocket, you take it from within, yeah You take it form your bride, y'all, you're right back where you've been It's sort of like a see saw, up and down again
Your key is indication, yeah
If you don't understand all the words to the song It's all you, it's all me If you don't understand all the words to the song It's all you, it's all me
Get down, y'all, oh, yeah
If you don't understand all the words to the song It's all you, it's all me If you don't understand all the words to the song It's all you, it's all me
Get down, y'all
While you made it on the doorstep Growing up in a ghetto, never seen a tree
If you don't understand all the words to the song It's all you, it's all me If you don't understand all the words to the song It's all you, it's all me
Compositores: Claydes Eugene Smith (BMI), Dennis Ronald Thomas (BMI), George Melvin Brown (George Brown) (BMI), Richard Allen Westfield (West Omar Tureaf) (BMI), Robert Earl Bell (Robert Bell) (BMI), Robert Spike Mickens (Mickens Robert) (BMI), Ronald N Bell (ASCAP)Editores: Pure Child Music (BMI), Music Companion (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #4389755 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM