Millie

I’ve got a baby coming April

God, I don’t know what I should do

I guess I could let her Mama raise her

Put her on a week retainer

Leave her singing the No Daddy Blues

But I won’t be the one to leave her

But the picture of her lover is in my mind

I swear that I can hear her tiny whispers

Making plans with her other Mister

Leaving me a notice like a twenty five dollar fine

Oh, my sweet Millie

can you hear me from the other room

Singing just a bit off tune, like thunder?

My sweet Millie

can you see me as the boy I am?

Older but still no plans, like thunder

What would it do if I just fake it?

Pretend that everybody is feeling fine?

Suppose I could leave a piece of anger on my shoulder

Start yelling when she starts to smoulder

Drag her back through just to make myself feel alright

Does expectation tell the cheated that love is love

and the heart should be willing to forgive the crime

Then chalk me up with the boys who just need attention

Hoping for a hand they can see their death with

The silly young ones who expect a better life

Oh, my sweet Millie

Can you hear me from the other room

Singing just a bit off tune, like thunder

My sweet Millie

do you see me as the boy I am

Older, but still No plan, like thunder