paroles de chanson Hollywould - The Roots , Betty Wright
Everybody
knows
somebody
That
moves
about
like
a
misguided
missile
Waking
up
in
the
morning
When
the
night
is
broken
by
the
day
She
needs
to
feed
her
babies
Waking
up
in
the
morning
When
the
night
is
broken
by
the
day
She's
got
to
go
home
and
feed
her
babies
She
sees
no
other
way
(other
way)
She
sees
no
brighter
day
(brighter
day)
Up
all
night
in
the
clubs
and
such
She's
'bout
the
numbers,
she
knows
that
much
Smiles
though
her
heart
frowns
Can't
get
up
for
laying
down
The
word
is
what
a
good
girl
won't
do
Holly
would
- and
the
guys
say
Holly's
good
The
word
is
what
a
good
girl
don't
do
Holly
would
- and
the
guys
say
Holly's
good
Heart
breaking
with
her
head
bowed
Overtaken
by
the
wrong
crowd,
that's
her
fight
She
needs
to
feed
her
babies
Heart
breaking
with
her
head
bowed
Over
taken
by
the
wrong
crowd,
that's
her
flight
She's
got
to
go
home
to
feed
her
babies
She
sees
no
open
door
(open
door)
Nothing
worth
hoping
for,
her
baby's
daddy
Up
all
night
in
the
clubs
and
such
He's
'bout
the
women,
you
know
that
much
Goes
to
bed
on
the
other
side
of
town
Ohh!
That's
what
let
her
down
How
did
she
get
here?
How
did
she
get
here?
Look
at
all
those
tears,
she's
drowning
What
a
predicament,
she's
found
in
She
was
addicted
to
the
street
life
So
she
walked
the
streets
night
after
night
Smokin
the
pipe,
just
to
keep
her
hyped
Rollin
the
dice
against
her
life
Lookin
for
the
type
who
can
pay
the
price
To
keep
her
reputation
nice
She
was
admired
by
many
and
yet
despised
by
others
Even
disowned
by
her
very
own
sisters
and
brothers
So
she
hit
the
streets
lookin
for
love
When
times
was
tough,
she
started
trickin,
strippin
in
clubs
Got
molested
by
her
father
at
a
young
age
Taught
her
how
to
please
a
man,
love
him
the
right
way
As
he
would
say,
"Nobody
cares
if
you
cry,
baby
It's
not
my
fault
ya
mama
never
taught
you
how
to
be
a
lady"
And
so
she
grew
up
confused
by
affection
Comin
from
the
wrong
direction
in
the
midst
of
very?
session
Everyday,
another
lesson,
of
a
sexual
abuse
This
is
the
life
that
she
has
gotten
used
to
She's
got
to
cater
to
them,
and
she
can't
win,
oh
Holly.
Holly
Holly...
Holly
Holly...
I
know
you're
somebody's
sister
(a
good
girl)
You're
somebody's
mama,
you're
somebody's
lover
Pocket
full
of
money
(pocket
full
of
money)
Made
the
wrong
way
(made
the
wrong
way)
Somebody,
somebody
got
pray
for
Holly
She's
got
no
time
for
being
a
lady
Oh
no
Holly.
Oh
Holly.
She
got
to
feed,
she
wanna
feed,
she
gotta
feed,
she
need
to
feed
SHE
got
to
feed
her
babies
Sorry,
for
Holly
So
sorry,
for
Holly
But
I'm
gonna
pray,
I'm
gonna
pray
Will
you
praaaaay,
for
Holly
Somebody
got
to
pray.
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