Oak Cliff Bra – Edie Brickell & New Bohemians – letras

Sittin’ on the front porch in Oak Cliff with my bra – watchin’ some cars go by.A lady with a baby with only one shoe walks by.The baby on her shoulder has his mouth open more than his eyes.Where’s his other shoe?A little bird is bathin’ on the driveway in a puddle of old rain.A station wagon honks and swerves and almost hits a squirrel.The squirrel gets crazy eyed and zippers back and forth across the pavement.Talk about close calls.