Hey Mistah

Hey there excuse me Mistah, ya got a dime to spare
See I'm in a bad way, I need outta here
No pride left in me, just grief pain and misery
Please Mistah, you gotta dime to spare

Hey there excuse me Mistah, you got a thought to share
Accuse me of use'n and abuse'n
Oh but your words only give away your fears
No pride left in me, just grief pain and misery
Please Mistah, you got a dime to spare

Well hey there excuse me Mistah,
you got a heart to care, yeah yeah yeah
There are souls laid to waste,
You say you can't see, but they're everywhere
Nothing left inside of me, just grief pain and misery
Please Mistah, you got a dime to spare
Mmm, just a dime to spare
Ohhh, just a dime to spare



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Writer(s): Denise Tetreault
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