Lisette at the Mall

"Oh, this old thing?" I began to sing
In woe we begin, and in woe we began
Here's the thing that I hope to bring
In their homes where they sit, and their
homes where they sat
The disguise can bring out the real
On our own
The design can bring home the meal
When we're together
Direct your eyes to the real surprise
If the critics be dim,
Then the critics be damned
In search of Jamaica, we wander away
Our group will begin
Come and look for our van
It's the burn that can bring on the feel
On our own
It's the road that can bring out the wheel
When we're together
Watch her walking
Watch her walking down the mall
Smiling at it all
Watch her walking
Watch her walking down the mall
Smiling at it all



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Dee Williamson
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