Ana Done - Fresh Out The Slammer

Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to youFresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to(Fresh out the slammer, oh)Another summer taking cover, rolling thunderHe don't understand meSplintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitterHe was with her in dreamsGray and blue and fights and tunnelsHandcuffed to the spell I was underFor just one hour of sunshineYears of labor, locks and ceilingsIn the shade of how he was feelingBut it's gonna be alright, I did my timeNow pretty baby, I'm running back home to youFresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to(Fresh out the slammer, oh)Camera flashes, welcome bashesGet the matches, toss the ashes off the ledgeAs I said in my letters, now that I know betterI will never lose my baby againMy friends tried, but I wouldn't hear itWatch me daily disappearingFor just one glimpse of his smileAll those nights you kept me goingSwirled you into all of my poemsNow we're at the starting line, I did my timeNow, pretty baby, I'm runningTo the house where you still wait up, and that porch light gleamsTo the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreamsAnd no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anywayAin't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stakeHere, at the park where we used to sit on children's swingsWearing imaginary ringsBut it's gonna be alright, I did my time