Streets Of St. Paul

Letra de Streets Of St. Paul

There's too much wrist at the end of his coat Too much bitter at the back of his throat Too much winter coming after the fall To be walking the streets of St. Paul To be walking the streets of St. PaulThere's too much makeup for the time of day Too much of high heel and way too much leg Too much for 14 underneath it all To be walking the streets of St. Paul To be walking the streets of St. PaulOh, see the little sparrow Who's watching? Who's watching? I see the little sparrowWith too much troubles for me to shake All this weather and blinding ache Makes a body feel sad and small Walking the streets of St. Paul Walking the streets of St. Paul