[Intro: Lauren Kelly Benson]
Could have been something else
Been hands held
Cold fingers warmed by the touch
Just gonna slip away?
Woulda softly prayed...
I won't lift you up
Could have been something else
Been hands held
Cold fingers warmed by the touch
Just gonna slip away?
Woulda softly prayed...
I won't lift you up
[Verse 1: billy woods]
The haughty pauper
Ice in his salt water
Nine daughters each more gorgeous
The night caught us
At night, hear the forest, inching closer to light rain
The cook fire smolder, the night came
Like soldiers on night watch
He watched 'em get older
Father over every shoulder
Still it's secrets they be holdin'
(still it's secrets they be holdin')
It's things only women be knowin'
They ignored the boys joking
The grown man who just watch, nothin' spoken
Eyes gropin' thighs
If looks could, leers would force they thighs open
He scold 'em, the king of lies take any disguise
They nodded in unison
Hair greased, skin golden
Night falls
The hills come alive
Black Von Trapps, He know he can't die
Ride the river to the mouth of darkness, but no further
Nine girls but if you touch a hair it's murder
In town some joke, he keeping 'em for his self
Idle talk, he don't indulge, when he come through they quiet as hell
(Nobody said a word)
[Chorus: billy woods]
Used to do the things we used to do
The do, the things we used to do
The things we used to do
The things to do the things we used to do
We used to do the things
We used to do the things
We used to do the things
To do the things, we used to do
[Verse 2: billy woods]
I'm not like you and your little friends
So don't ask why we can't be like them
Can barely focus, guess this what they meant
For all that hocus pocus, light gettin' dim
Defiant, like we gon' fight 'til the end
Go 'head, try it, but that's easier said
I'll sleep when you're dead
Die in my sleep, grinnin', give it a week
That's a freak in the bed, a stiff in the sheets
The buzzer ring, dishes in the sink
Leftovers in the fridge, it's manuscripts in his things
Half done, Agricole rum in my mouth like I blaspheme
[Chorus: billy woods]
We used to do the things we used to do
To do the things we used to do
The things we used to do
The things we used to do
To do the things we used to do
The things we used to do
The things we used to do
The things to do the things
To do the things, to do the things
To do the things, to do the things
To do the things, to do the things
Do the things, do the things
Do the things, do the things
[Outro]
More than that, uh, we understand that there is a complexity, like you did, with this man, and the pain he's in and the frustration and, uh, the lack of love that he experiences for himself, that the has for himself. I think that's important. Uh, he's certainly, like all human beings, capable of loving, uh, in some form, to some extent, you know
He's also physically attractive and he loves beautiful things
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