Jean's Ballad

On the dresser where the cat sits and stares She hangs her jewelry Underneath the floor there's a secret door Where she hides her monies She don't need a man with feral hands To make her live on her knees She breaks at home She been rolling stones Since the age of thirteen Picture show of the mother glow By the blue moonlight Conversation's brief don't ask her things Friendly people make her shy In her corner chair, color in her hair She's lovely on her own Ranch fingertips red lipsticks Wherever she may go I wanna hold you Take care of (you) Oh wanna hold you Be with you I wanna hold you Be with her I wanna hold you Take care I wanna hold you Be with her I wanna hold you Take care