My Lady

Let me tell you about my lady
She means the world to me
But we got our problems
Some call us bad company

She's got her own style
She's a one of a kind
She's a little juvenile
This type is hard to find

But she found some trouble
Some trouble with the law

And now she's out on the run
Under the sun

Let me tell you about my lady
She means the world to me
But we got our problems
Some call us bad company

She said she's heading out east
A place thats far from here
Where the air smells free
And no one knows here there

She called me from a pay phone
And said she loves me so
Will I see you again
She said I do not know

She said I'm out on the run
Under the sun
I make never make it home



Credits
Writer(s): Glue La
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