Cotton Alley

(music: John Lombardo/lyric: Natalie Merchant)
 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
 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
 tossed my coloring book in a
 rusty barrel
 pulled spiders from my hair
 fingers in the door
 my favorite blue blouse
 stained on the back
 running from a berry war
 can you hear me scream
 in Cotton Alley
 scream in Cotton Alley
 in Cotton Alley