She's laughing like a choir girl
When she doubles over sounds like Hallelujah

She'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 criminal

She bargains like a lawyer
Sacrifice like a martyr
She's just her mother's daughter
Cutting cloth and washing a pan

Man, we were still just babies
Dreaming of the '60s
Man, we were still just babies
Dressing up in rags with our wallets full

Now 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