Hair Down

She's on the phone with my mother
I saw they're empty but I'm just a fool
She's laughing like a choir girl
Sacrifice like a martyr
She's laughing like a choir girl

You got enough to go round, oh mine
We're coming back loud and end this conversation
She's talking to my mother
A woman in the kitchen told me that true love it waits
Dressing up in rags with our wallets full

Dreaming of the '60s
She bargains like a lawyer
She's talking to my mother
When she doubles over sounds like Hallelujah
Cutting cloth and washing a pan

She's looking up at me like I'm a criminal
Now our pockets are shallow, our quart running low
But you've been telling me that since the day we meet

Said you let your hair down
Man, we were still just babies
She's just her mother's daughter
Said you let your hair down
She's laughing like a choir girl
Man, we were still just babies