Rocks - Lorrie Morgan

Pretty little girl

Sweet sixteen

Crying in the dark

On the front porch swing

She’s got a secret she can’t keep for long

Don’t wanna tell her daddy and her mamma

She’s afraid ehat everybody’s gonna say about her

Once the truth is known

Rock, yeah, they’re easy to find

Everybody knows what’s wrong and right

Oh, rocks, yeah, who’s gonna draw the line

Rock, oh, were made to be thrown

So ye without sin cast the first stone

Dirty old man begging on the street

He needs a job if he wants to eat

Who’s he tryin' to fool with the cardboard sign

Whatever you do don’t give him any money

Everybody knows he ain’t really hungry

He’s just gonna spend it all on wine

REPEAT CHORUS

Don’t talk to him

His skin’s a different color

Two of the same

Should never be lovers

Don’t trust him

Because he looks like a thief

We don’t like them

Because of what they believe

REPEAT CHORUS