Pretty Scars - Maria Taylor

One, two

One, two, three, four

One, two

One, two, three, four

I was born on a Friday, back in 1976

To a singer and a teacher

Who at the time where a perfect fit

They gave me, what I needed

To go out on the road

And the song, still reads like an echo

I was born on a Saturday, back in 1992

I barely even kissed a guy

Until someday I met you

You played me when

On a self side bedroom floor

It was then, when I knew what the dark was for

And i stay here forever

Like the strum on your first guitar

Time, gave me steady means

Who they are

Give me all these pretty scars

I was born on a Wednesday, back in 1999

Your heart stopped beating

Right before you

A part of me last with you

In your own-being embrace

I was changed ever since that day

And i stay here forever

Like the greem on a silver star

Time, like a illness stream

Is who we are

Give me all these pretty scars

Ah-ah-aah

I was born, on the first of May

Once and twice again

The tears were straming

My head in my husbands hands

I thought i knew of love

The kind that knocked you on your feet

But man, I didn’t know anything