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Nina Gordon – Black And Blonde lyrics
What's that sound (3X)
You got me hanging on and listening to confessions on the telephone
Hear me now (3X)
You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on
God save the middle child she's never what she seems
Can't blame the middle child she's drowning in her dreams
Dumb it down (3X)
You've got the wrong address I'm a mortar and a pestal, not a garlic press
Beware the middle child she'll bring you to your knees
She's just a little child who's falling in between
Save the middle child she's never what she seems
You can't blame the middle child she's drowning in her dreams
Hear me now (3X)
You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on
Beware the middle child she'll bring you to your knees
She's just a little child who's falling in between
Save the middle child she's never what she seems
You can't blame the middle child she's drowning......she's drowning
The ringing in my ears from playing too loud
I hear the ocean I hear the crowd
You got me hanging on and listening to confessions on the telephone
Hear me now (3X)
You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on
God save the middle child she's never what she seems
Can't blame the middle child she's drowning in her dreams
Dumb it down (3X)
You've got the wrong address I'm a mortar and a pestal, not a garlic press
Beware the middle child she'll bring you to your knees
She's just a little child who's falling in between
Save the middle child she's never what she seems
You can't blame the middle child she's drowning in her dreams
Hear me now (3X)
You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on
Beware the middle child she'll bring you to your knees
She's just a little child who's falling in between
Save the middle child she's never what she seems
You can't blame the middle child she's drowning......she's drowning
The ringing in my ears from playing too loud
I hear the ocean I hear the crowd
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