Letras
He's already gone
Blue collared worker with her baby
On the run
Consider it done
Court room has its jurisdiction
For the son
Mother of one
Can't get a grip on her affection
For her son
Pushed him away
Cant go a day without a phone call
Of foul play
But who am I to say
What is and what it shouldn't be
What I should say
But who is she to prove
Who it is in the wrong and what I should think
What I should think
What I should think
It won't go away
Red dots and agony just
Chilling on my face
Struggling days
Wishing my problems to a genie
In a vase
But who am I to say
What is and what it shouldn't be
What I should say
But who is she to prove
Who it is in the wrong and what I should think
What I should think
But what
Did you say
That night
When I turned and walked away
But who am I to say
What is and what it shouldn't be
What I should say
But who is she to prove
Who it is in the wrong and what I should think
What I should think
What I should think