Lend me your comb,. it's time to go home.. I got to go past,. my hair is a mess. . Your mammie will scold,. your pappie will shout.. Unless we come in.
You know I've got to leave here. If I can pull myself up to the door. You see I've tried my best to stay here. But I can't see you anymore. . There's something I've just gotta tell you.