Black and Blonde - Nina Gordon

What’s that sound?

What’s that sound?

What’s that sound?

You got me hanging on

And listen to confessions on the telephone

Hear me now

Hear me now

Hear me now

You beat me black and blonde

Somebody tell me what the hell is going on

God save the middle child, she’s never what she seems

Can’t blame the middle child, she’s drowning in her dreams

Dumb me down

Dumb me down

Dumb me down

You got the wrong address

I’m a mortar and a pestal not a garlic press

Beware the middle child she’ll bring you to your knees

She’s just a little child who’s fallen in between

Save the middle child, she’s never what she seems

Can’t blame the middle child, she’s drowning, in her dreams

Hear me now

Hear me now

Hear me now

You beat me black and blonde

Somebody tell me what the hell is going on Now

Beware the middle child she’ll bring you to your knees

She’s just a little child who’s fallen in between

Save the middle child, she’s never what she seems

Can’t blame the middle child, she’s drowning

She’s drowning

A ring in my ears, from playing too loud

I hear the ocean, I hear the crowd