The Lady Gone Lyrics & Chords By Dataraper

Poor baby girl, too young for sin,
Hiding behind brown sunglasses,
What a brown study that she’s in!
Should have attended more classes.

Pains are hard, belch out their ashes,
The blows as gems on her chin,
On the long boulevards, dashes,
Tell how she would rather be thin.

Photographic, on the traffic,
I want to say, I want to play,
Photographic, on the traffic,
They want to say, they want to play,
Photographic, what a traffic!
It’s time to say, it’s time to play.

Poor baby girl, too young for sin,
Hiding behind brown sunglasses,
What a brown study that she’s in!
Should have attended more classes.

A few can grasp the abysses,
Of one who bent down to the bin,
Where are their promised blisses?
Who thought that she could ever win?

Photographic, on the traffic,
I want to say, I want to play,
Photographic, on the traffic,
They want to say, they want to play,
Photographic, what a traffic!
It’s time to say, it’s time to play.

A white star, a dollar, in the sea, a cross be.