Cotton Alley - 10,000 Maniacs

One time you made me cry

Be proud that I remember

My chin is sore, the bruise is gone

But the spot is tender

Gave my hand, a sister coy

To cotton alley where you did enjoy

Your wicked games, you curious boy

Tied my laces up together

When i fell, you laughed until your belly was sore

In the brick laid aisle behind the five and dime store

That’s how I made you blush

But doubt if you’d remember

Were my tears genuine or those of a skilled pretender?

Nothing precious, plain to see

Don’t make a fuss over me

Not loud, not soft, but somewhere in between

Say «sorry», let it be the word you mean

I was a little pest who never took a hint

Could never take a hint

You pinched my fingers in a door

And tossed my coloring book in a rusty barrel

Nothing precious, plain to see

Don’t make a fuss over me

Not loud, not soft, but somewhere in between

Say «sorry», let it be the word you mean

Pulled spiders from my hair

Fingers in the door

My favorite blue blouse stained on the back

Running from a berry war

Nothing precious, plain to see

Don’t make a fuss over me

Not loud, not soft, but somewhere in between

Say «sorry», let it be the word you mean

Can you hear me scream?

In cotton alley, scream

Cotton alley