Nicola Hitchcock Strange Times
Her mouth is full of smiling words
Her eyes are careful where they fall
And as I look across at you
You watch the ceiling, then the floor
And if I wasn't taught to mind my manners
I would climb up on the table
I would scream for your independence
From her hand
My god these are strange times
At times I don't know my own mind
Strange times
These are strange times
At times I don't know my own mind
Strange times
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She doesn't see the child in you
She only feels the shame
She only wants the best for you
As others do
And butter wouldn't melt in her mouth no
Not in her delicate mouth
No, no
Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
My god these are strange times
At times I don't know my own mind
Strange times
These are strange times
At times I don't know my own mind
Strange times
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He was a strong man
His colours fill the room
He lives and breathes in you
And butter wouldn't melt in her mouth no
Not in her delicate mouth
No, no
Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
My god these are strange times
At times I don't know my own mind
Strange times
These are strange times
At times I don't know my own mind
Strange times
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