Darlene's getting desperate, the baby echoes her fear with high baby screams and she coos no, not you, not you too, it has to be better for you, baby girl, it has to better for you

she does the only thing she could do, saves the good beans, washes them rinsing the black taste away,

she does the only thing she could do, saves the good times, washes them,

rinsing the bad memories away,

this Thursday night's dinner was supposed to paint his mood mellow

paint her world less than blue