| Tuesday, November 11, 2008 |
| Widow of a Living Man |
Mama why does he treat me so cold..?
Why do I feel so old..?
How long has he treated me unkind..?
Or have I always been so blind..?
I'm a widow, I'm a widow
I'm a widow of a living man
Of a living man, of a living man..
Why can't the time stay the same..?
Now I am begging him to change..
What about all the plans we've made..?
Lord I've prayed...
Now I am so afraid..
I'm a widow, I'm a widow
I'm a widow of a living man
Mama why does he hurt me so?
I'm gonna need some place to go
He's no longer some kind woman's son
Mama I think that I had better run
I'm a widow, I'm a widow
I'm the widow of a living man
-Widow of a Living Man, Ben HarperLabels: lyrical gangsta |
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