Sweets - M. Craft

Little Magdalene, we all know about the places that you’ve been

You think you’re hidden there but everyone has seen

They can see you now you’re out in the rain

It’s five a.m. and you’re on some corner again

Soaking wet and there’s no taxi with your name, you say

«I take sweets from strangers

You got a car then let’s take a ride

Wanna see some places, gotta make some changes

Gotta do some living tonight, I’m not shy»

Never unseen, ventured out into the great in between

Eucalyptus and the burnt gasoline

On dusty nowhere roads you hitch yourself a ride

With a burnt-down man, who’s eyes are still wide

All that you can talk about is suicide, you say

«I take sweets from strangers

You got a car then let’s take a ride

Wanna see some places, gotta make some changes

Gotta do some living tonight, I’m not shy»

«I take sweets from strangers

You got a car then let’s take a ride

Wanna see some places, gotta make some changes

Gotta do some living tonight, I’m not shy»

Little Magdalene, we all know about the places that you’ve been