COME. AND BE MY BABY - Maya Angelou
The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you're going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
what you're gonna do
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
