Hey y’all… Happy Sunday!😘
New to Sunday’s Song? I’ve always felt like music & reading is my escape, I find comfort in the melody, the words and more importantly, a great song is like a mini story. I mean, awesome songs tell a story, have meaning or a message. I’ve always wanted to find a way to incorporate some if my favorite songs into my blog….so SUNDAY’S SONG was born!
* Check out the lyrics in RED, they’re my favorite part!
* WARNING: I’m a child of the 70’s, grew up in the 80’s, partied in the 90’s…I’m a hippy in the making, born in Texas (and therefore must enjoy some country) and I have kids so I do like contemporary music too. In other words, I love all kinds of songs…some more explicit than others!
Back to Black
He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed
From all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I’ll go back to black
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us
I love you much
It’s not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I’m a tiny penny
Rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
Black, black
Black, black
Black, black
Black
I go back to
I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
Took me awhile but her music grew on me…it’s so sassy and bluesy!! Have a spectacular day y’all!💜
Bobo's Book Bank 