Words and Music by Chris Pendergraft
She is like Cleopatra
Eyes of cat and lips
of wine
When he is handgun out
She is always feeling fine-
But when he goes away
She does not feel okay
She knows she needs the space
And that everything will be okay
Everything has its place
He is just like Anthony
Eyes so gray and a will
So Strong
Where ever he must go
She is his only song
So when he goes away
She does not do okay
He knows they need the space
And everything will be okay
Everything has its place
