A big change came when in my young tears I heard a voice that follows me through life
When a Tennessee mountain home appeared to a girl on the South Swedish coast
Madonna on a piece of toast
She sang of many colors of cult her mother has sung for her to wear
Just like mine did for me back then life was never here to fear
I'm not here to fear

Mother why she smiled through hurt
How could man be so mean
And the pain felt by Jolie
She can't even talk to the sparrows it seems
Moreover forget my mind
You hurt my pride
Doing bad things me to be
You touch my blood
Youذwise Smith
Through the years our music has changed
We have gotten worse than ever for the blood of satire


Formed a public ear
Some songs
Gain their strength
All the time
They never seem
The worst for queer
They stay pristine
And clean
While some men
Just stay mean
Like they did
For poor Jolene
Jolene
She can't even talk
To the sparrows it seems
She can't even talk
To the sparrows
The sparrows it seems
The sparrows it seems
The sparrows it seems