I don't know what you're doing
I don't think that you're seeing straight
I think wewe need your glasses
wewe might just walk right into the door
And I'd rather wewe walk out of the door
wewe say wewe like my story
I guess I'll tell it once again
But do wewe want to listen
au maybe wewe just walk out the door
Take your shoes and walk right out of the door
No, no, no, no
I never liked wewe like wewe did
Please just remember I'm a kid
I don't wanna be married
Yet
wewe like to read your fortune
I'd rather wewe just read the news
So, baby, here's the headline:
Take your shoes and walk right out of the door
Could wewe please just walk right out of the door?
I want to ride my bike home
wewe put a kofia, chapeo on my head
I'm tired of these miles
Pedal fastly, wewe take the car
Either way, wewe know we're never that far
No, no, no, no
I never liked wewe like wewe did
Please just remember I'm a kid
I don't wanna be married
Yet
Someday somebody's gonna come along
And wewe will like the way she dresses
The way you'll paint her will be better off
And wewe will smile as she confesses the upendo she does
But I'm not that girl, because
wewe want to make me dinner
I'd rather eat a piece of toast
It's really not that filling
To sit across the meza, jedwali and stare
Either way, wewe know it's never that fair, no
wewe think you're really something
I think you're really something else
If wewe can see the future
Why can't wewe just see that we're through?
I'm ending it the way that I do
No, no, no, no
I never liked wewe like wewe did
Please just remember I'm a kid
I don't wanna be married
Yet
So take your fortune
Take wewe glasses
Drive the car that drives the fastest
Find your shoes and walk right out the door
I don't think that you're seeing straight
I think wewe need your glasses
wewe might just walk right into the door
And I'd rather wewe walk out of the door
wewe say wewe like my story
I guess I'll tell it once again
But do wewe want to listen
au maybe wewe just walk out the door
Take your shoes and walk right out of the door
No, no, no, no
I never liked wewe like wewe did
Please just remember I'm a kid
I don't wanna be married
Yet
wewe like to read your fortune
I'd rather wewe just read the news
So, baby, here's the headline:
Take your shoes and walk right out of the door
Could wewe please just walk right out of the door?
I want to ride my bike home
wewe put a kofia, chapeo on my head
I'm tired of these miles
Pedal fastly, wewe take the car
Either way, wewe know we're never that far
No, no, no, no
I never liked wewe like wewe did
Please just remember I'm a kid
I don't wanna be married
Yet
Someday somebody's gonna come along
And wewe will like the way she dresses
The way you'll paint her will be better off
And wewe will smile as she confesses the upendo she does
But I'm not that girl, because
wewe want to make me dinner
I'd rather eat a piece of toast
It's really not that filling
To sit across the meza, jedwali and stare
Either way, wewe know it's never that fair, no
wewe think you're really something
I think you're really something else
If wewe can see the future
Why can't wewe just see that we're through?
I'm ending it the way that I do
No, no, no, no
I never liked wewe like wewe did
Please just remember I'm a kid
I don't wanna be married
Yet
So take your fortune
Take wewe glasses
Drive the car that drives the fastest
Find your shoes and walk right out the door
There were two sisters side kwa side
Sing aye dum, sing aye siku
There were two sisters side kwa side
The boys are born for me
There were two sisters side kwa side
The eldest for young johnny cried
I'll be true for my upendo
If he'll be true to me
Johnny bought the youngest a gay dhahabu ring...
He never bought the eldest a single thing...
Johnny bought the youngest a beaver, biva hat...
The eldest never thought much of that...
As they were walking kwa the foamy brim...
The eldest pushed the youngest in...
Sister, oh sister give me thy hand...
And wewe can have johnny and all his land...
Sister I won't give wewe my hand...
And I'll have johnny and all his land...
So there she sank and away she swam...
Until she came to the miller's dam...
Miller took away her gay dhahabu ring...
And then he pushed her in again...
Miller he was hanged on the mountain head...
The eldest sister was boiled in lead...
Sing aye dum, sing aye siku
There were two sisters side kwa side
The boys are born for me
There were two sisters side kwa side
The eldest for young johnny cried
I'll be true for my upendo
If he'll be true to me
Johnny bought the youngest a gay dhahabu ring...
He never bought the eldest a single thing...
Johnny bought the youngest a beaver, biva hat...
The eldest never thought much of that...
As they were walking kwa the foamy brim...
The eldest pushed the youngest in...
Sister, oh sister give me thy hand...
And wewe can have johnny and all his land...
Sister I won't give wewe my hand...
And I'll have johnny and all his land...
So there she sank and away she swam...
Until she came to the miller's dam...
Miller took away her gay dhahabu ring...
And then he pushed her in again...
Miller he was hanged on the mountain head...
The eldest sister was boiled in lead...
[Intro:]
Throughout history
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle
This inayofuata one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman
And a condemned man named Tom Dooley...
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang...
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
Throughout history
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle
This inayofuata one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman
And a condemned man named Tom Dooley...
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang...
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...