Jean’s Ballad

On the dresser where the cat sits and stares
She hangs her jewelry
Underneath the floor there's a secret door
Where she hides her monies
She don't need a man with feral hands
To make her live on her knees
She breaks at home
She been rolling stones
Since the age of thirteen

Picture show of the mother glow
By the blue moonlight
Conversation's brief don't ask her things
Friendly people make her shy
In her corner chair, color in her hair
She's lovely on her own
Ranch fingertips red lipsticks
Wherever she may go

I wanna hold you
Take care of (you)
Oh wanna hold you
Be with you

I wanna hold you
Be with her
I wanna hold you
Take care
I wanna hold you
Be with her
I wanna hold you
Take care