Conversations that went on terrible paths   don't talk about that   No no, don't talk about that   We're coming back loud   ending this conversation      you said you let your hair down   you got enough to go round, oh mine   Said you'd let your hair down   you been telling me that since the day we meet      She's laughing like a choir girl   She's laughing like a choir girl   She's laughing like a choir girl   when she doubles over sounds like Hallelujah      She's talking to my mother   She's on the phone with my mother   She's talking to my mother   She's looking up at me like I'm a criminal      She bargains like a lawyer   sacrifice like a martyr   She's just her mother's daughter   cutting cloth and washing up and...      we were still just babies   dreaming of the sixties   we were still just babies   dressing up in rags with our wallets full      Now our pockets are shallow   coin running low   belly's hungry but our chests are full   Roman in the kitchen told me that true love it waits   but of all the rules he lives by that's the one that he hates