Donna

It's not the words you say, but how you say it
 I saved a picture where your hair was braided
 They found your wallet in the cemetery
 You told your daughter she was ordinary
 You hate the name Junior
 Your husband loved his computers
 You mother never was one
 The eldest of seven children
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 If you don't have it, then you'll never give it
 And I don't blame you for the way you living
 A little boy was born in February
 You couldn't sober up to hold a baby
 You hate the name Donna
 You love to judge strangers' karma
 We drove from New Jersey
 The trucks always made you worry
 Hold my hand now, hand
 Go to bed it's way too late
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 You hate the name Donna
 You love to judge strangers' karma
 You drove from New Jersey
 The trucks always made you worry
 You raised a saint, Donna
 You love to judge strangers' karma
 You praying for a funeral
 You're singing like Hallelujah
 You're singing like Hallelujah
 You're singing like Hallelujah
 You're singing like Hallelujah
 You're singing like Hallelujah