Unglamorous

I am six years old in the back of my mother's car And I will be seven in December She will be gone by the beginning of next spring And I will be left to remember To remember I ask my little questions and she laughs her little laugh But she won't tell

Someone was crying and the bells ring Then I don't remember a thing You were talking but the words came - from somebody else Someone said kiss her and so you did I was smilin' like a little kid You kissed my teeth and then we both hid - inside each o