Paroles de Oak Cliff Bra

Sittin' on the front porch in Oak Cliff with my bra - watchin' some cars go by. A lady with a baby with only one shoe walks by. The baby on her shoulder has his mouth open more than his eyes. Where's his other shoe? A little bird is bathin' on the driveway in a puddle of old rain. A station wagon honks and swerves and almost hits a squirrel. The squirrel gets crazy eyed and zippers back and forth across the pavement. Talk about close calls.