Robyn - Lawrence Taylor

The people walk fast through the city

And pretend that they haven’t even seen a thing

Treading on your soul, like a part of the road

WUse your rag to wipe the dirt out your face

I tell you hey babe

You’re a tramp, you’re a beggar

And that’s all you’re ever gonna hear

You’ve taken more hits than a world war bliss

And no doubt you cried out all your tears

Robyn don’t let these streets get on top of you

Robyn just hold that smile

You’ll see this through

You got a beautiful soul that I’m blessed to have known

A few mistakes but a heart of gold

Robyn don’t let these streets get on top of you

Oh no

You’re sitting on those cold out stairs

Ain’t exactly what the people call paradise

But I guess it’s the best that it gets

I’ll keep you warm through the ready night

Let me see it here, have a beer with you

I know a hand means the world sometimes

Just sit and listen is the least I can do and

Conversation means everything to you

We’re merely as good we got to fulfill

But couldn’t see us in all the steps

I could never feel, could never worry

About baby mind we’re going next

But did you take as you cleared your mind

When I ask your face again?