I lost all of my vanity when I peered into the pool I lost all of my innocence When I fell in love with you I never knew a man fall so far until I landed here Where all of my wounds turn into gold when I kissed your hair Come to me Hannah Hannah won't you to come on to me I'll lay down this bottle of wine If you'll just be kind to me Ask her why she cries so loud She Will not say a word Eyes like ice and hands that shake She takes what she deserves To celebrate her emptiness In a Cold and lonely room Sweep the floor with your long flowered dress If you cannot find a broom Come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me I'll lay down this bottle of wine If you'll just be kind to me She's got hair that flows right down Right down to the backs of her knees Her Papa he was a preaching man And the lord is hard to please So she comes down from the ozark hills to these very streets to roam With a banjo and a bible and a fine tooth comb Come to me Hannah Hannah won't you come on to me I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you just be kind to me I'd walk one mile on this broken glass to fall down at your feet oh Hannah you're the queen of the street I climb the tree withy my Hannahlee My intentions they were pure Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip I tumbled towards the earth Where You never would guess who it was that stood below And his name I would never tell But His eyes were clear And His arms were strong And caught me as I fell Now come to me Hannah Hannah won't you come on to me I'll lay down this bottle of wine If you'd just be kind to me I'd walk one mile on broken glass to fall down at your feet Hannah you're the queen of the street Hannah you're the queen of the street
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