Two girls lay on a bed,
One is not more beautiful than the other,
Can't recall just what they said,
I know it's something other than another,
Coffee cups and cigarettes a quilt that does cover them,
Grandmother, grandmother.
It's not my fault,
It's gone too far it's not my fault.
A heart of gold a grain of sand,
I have received all that you've sent this fall, in letters I don't understand,
The money's gone cause I have spent it all,
It all.
It's not my fault,
It's gone too far,
It's not my fault.
Let me in, I'm your friend,
Shake my hand shave my head.
A girl was laying on my bed,
She was beautiful but now she's gone,
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
