Joan Osborne - St. Teresa

Sit down on the corner, just a little climb When I make my money, got to get my dime Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me I know any man sees you like I see Follow down the side street movin' single file She say... "That's where I'll hold you, sleepin' like a child" Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me She say... "Every stone a story, like a rosary" Corner St. Teresa, just a little crime When I make my money, got to get my dime Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon You called up in the sky You called up in the clouds Is there something you forgot to tell me... Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Show me, my Teresa, feel it rise in me Every stone a story, like a rosary