BLACK CROW
© TRUBADOR 2009 "All rights reserved/lyrics used by permission"

Its just one of those old things
One ya can't explain
How ya wandered off and
Now ya want me

Baby, I know you're to blame
and I hate what you became
Now I'll pick it apart
This is rotten

Now I know ya said let's wait
But let's get something straight
Baby I won't play this
Now you're blackened

Now I'm losing my control
And I've entered a black hole
But you've got to realize
There's no way out

I don’t wanna be
But I'm just like a black crow
I don’t wanna be
But I'm just like a black crow

If you think it stays the same
and you're gunna keep my name
You better Pray to God that
I won't make this

A punishment that fits the crime
A punishment that fits your lies
Cuz I'll pick it apart
Now you better

Pray that luck is on your side
And your pleas are bona fide
Cuz without them baby
I don’t wanna

Take another look at you
Cuz now baby we are through
I'll just pick it apart
There's no stoppin