Sit down on the corner, just a little climb When I make my money, got to get my dime Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me I know any man sees you like I see Follow down the side street movin' single file She say... That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me She say... Every stone a story, like a rosary Corner St. Teresa, just a little crime When I make my money, got to get my dime
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
You called up in the sky You called up in the clouds Is there something you forgot to tell me... tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me Every stone a story, like a rosary
Compositores: Eric M. Bazilian, Robert Andrew Hyman, Richard Chertoff, Joan e Osborne ECAD: Obra #1645553 Fonograma #1946701