Testo: Brand New Sin. Recipe For Disaster. Brown Street Betty.

Aint no sun on me today
I couldn?t say why I stayed
Maybe I should?ve walked away

My defect
This hell I?m in
Your defense
Why won?t you let me live

Whoa Brown Street Betty
What you see is what you get
Whoa brown street Betty
No she?ll never settle down

She didn?t smile at me today
I couldn?t say why she stayed
Maybe she could?ve walked away

Now in the light
In the pale moonlight
I can see all the things
All the things I shouldn?t be
Now in your sight
In the morning light
I can see all the things
All the things I shouldn?t be