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Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes open wide
Shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma
Her blood tangled she got halfway
Sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground
Where her mama had left her, had left her, had left her
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes open wide
With your eyes open wide
Rusty the screen door, she opened it, raised from the ground
Mama left me her ring, mama left me no family
Just barstools and boyfriends and whiskey at night time
And bedtime, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime
I'll go with the man who looks like my father
The neighbors all tell me to go with him
He better take caution, he better take care of me
'Cause if he don't, he better beware of me
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes open wide
With your eyes open wide, with your eyes open wide
Wide, wide, wide, eyes open wide, open wide
- Album:
- No Fairy Tale
- Camp Lisa
- Miscellaneous
- The Purple Tape
- The Way It Really Is
- The Purple Tape Interviews
- Purple Tape
- VH1 Storytellers
- Catch the Moon
- Cherries
- No Fairy Tale (Bonus Track Version)
- No Fairy Tale(Bonus Version)
- The Blue Album
- Firecracker
- Promo Only: Mainstream Radio, March 1998
- The Very Best of
- The Very Best of Lisa Loeb
- Y-100: Sonic Sessions, Volume 2
- The Dome, Volume 6
- Firecracker (International)