Letras
Hey there, little mamma
Don't tell me no stories
Tell me no lies
Have you no Princes
Have you no Kings
I'll treat you good
Hey there, little mamma
Such a sweet little lamb
Don't run with wolves
Take my hand
I'm a young lion and I'll treat you good
I'll burn my clothing at the foot of your bed
And I'll dance the Charleston as the smoke rises
I'll treat you good
My hands on your kingdom
You're the Holy Mountain
Darling, lay down your glory
The river's rising