Hair Down

Conversations that went on terrible paths
Don't talk about that, no, no, don't talk about that
We're coming back loud and end this conversationSaid you let your hair down
You got enough to go round, oh mine
Said you let your hair down
But you've been telling me that since the day we meetShe's laughing like a choir girl
She's laughing like a choir girl
She's laughing like a choir girl
When she doubles over sounds like HallelujahShe's talking to my mother
She's on the phone with my mother
She's talking to my mother
She's looking up at me like I'm a criminalShe bargains like a lawyer
Sacrifice like a martyr
She's just her mother's daughter
Cutting cloth and washing a panMan, we were still just babies
Dreaming of the '60s
Man, we were still just babies
Dressing up in rags with our wallets fullNow our pockets are shallow, our quart running low
I saw they're empty but I'm just a fool
A woman in the kitchen told me that true love it waits
But of all the rules he lives by, that's the one that he hates