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 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