Hair Down

Conversations that went on terrible paths don't talk about that No no don't talk about that We're coming back loud and end this conversation Said you let your hair down you got enough to go round oh mine Said you let your hair down but you've been telling me that since the day we meet She's laughing like a choir girl She's laughing like a choir girl She's laughing like a choir girl when she doubles over sounds like Hallelujah She's talking to my mother She's on the phone with my mother She's talking to my mother She's looking up at me like I'm a criminal She bargains like a lawyer sacrifice like a martyr She's just her mother's daughter cutting cloth and washing a pan Man we were still just babies dreaming of the sixties Man we were still just babies dressing up in rags with our wallets full Now our pockets are shallow our quart running low I saw their empty but I'm just a fool A woman in the kitchen told me that true love it waits but of all the rules he lives by that's the one that he hates