needed to be And the Thurmond Boys on Peach Street with only their dad So proud of themselves and that old Pontiac they had And Miss Brooks, her Bible and
had me hanging on your arm When I found out you were a fake You ran up and bit me like a snake And I wasn't ready to let go And let all my feelings
, that never goes away Only one friend to understand And never let me down Well I've been in love and I've been in pain I'm a sinner and a saint And
I walked right over to you And I was asking, baby, let's go dancing I felt a little guilty but I had committed no crime I wanted to love you, love you And
I'm just a victim of comfort I got no one else to blame I'm just a victim of comfort Cryin' shame Oh, and what do we got to lose? Everything Yes, and
and a sign And I haven't seen my family In a very long time And I don't mean to make you feel guilty On top of all your stress and strain Like me your
