Oh, Sister, Dear Sister.
Sitting in the corner of your room.
Oh, Sister, Dear Sister.
Listening you talk about your life.
The mischief in the corners of your smile makes me wonder.
Oooohhh...
You make me smile, you make me laugh, out loud make me,
watch the corners of your smile.
You make me laugh, you make me talk, all night, makes me
watch the corners of your smile.
Oh, Sister, Dear Sister.
Lurking in the corners of your mind.
Oh, Sister, Dear Sister.
At such sore times I would have left behind a watermark.
The mischief in the corners of your smile makes me wonder, about the mischief done to you. You seem too rich to have been plundered young. To have been plundered early.
And you know for all that's ever been, taken by force from me. But it was never been more than I could handle.
I may have been young, but you know, women are strong.
A girl should never have to live in that sort of fear unknown, no matter what they're made of.
Sugar and spice and all things nice, and the ground up tails of rats and mice. Such stern stuff is my sister made of.
You make me smile, you make me talk, all night make me watch the corners of your smile.
You make me laugh, you make me cry, all night make me watch the corners of your smile.
Oh, Sister, Dear Sister.
Watching from the corner of my eye.
Oh, Sister. Dear Sister.
Just the way her hair fell down and from her neck as she bent over her guitar all I could see of her face, was the corners of her smile.
You make me smile, you make me talk, all night make me watch the corners of your smile.
You make me laugh, you make me cry, all night make me watch the corners of your smile.
It makes me wonder, it makes me toss and turn and dream. All night 'bout just touching the corners of your smile.

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