(Shirl Milete)



Baby sister what a waste to see you in this place

I lose my mind from worrying over you

In a bar room filled with people all higher than a steeple

But I know why you do the things you do

And I curse the man that made you what you are today

I hope he dies a thousand times a thousand ways

Your eyes are filled with tears, sis lets get out of here

Cause I love you baby sister, lets go home



And I curse the man that made you what you are today

I hope he dies a thousand times a thousand ways

Your eyes are filled with tears, sis lets get out of here

Cause I love you baby sister, lets go home

Cause I love you baby sister, lets go home