Letras
Your mother and my father bought a house
Your mother and my father bought a house
With a deck and a garage and a hundred rooms
And a basement walled with doors surrounded you
In trouble, in trouble afternoon
In trouble, in trouble in your room
For looking through the hole at the girl next door
Who would brush her sister's hair a hundred times
Slow river, low river, waterfall
Slow river, no river after all
For a place is never small 'til it's been seen
Time has worn away the hill from our ravine