- cifra
Had she lost another one
She would’ve end just like her son
Bitter man now turned insane
Day his dog took on the train
Had she lost another one
She would’ve end just like her mom
Dyed the hair to look as young
Inhaled fumes and spoiled a lung
By grace, she was spared
A few toes, a few
To care
Had she lost another one
Insurance lawyers would have won
Settle quick, the course was cheap
Didn’t bother to go deep
I saw the home she’s from
No pearl for one to hum
That pride so deer to some
She learned to overcome
Fate unearned
By grace, she was spared
A few toes, a few
To care
By grace, she was spared
A few toes, enough
To care
