Reisa L. Gerber - Roll Me Home Lyrics
Everytime I get my handsOn a little bit of dough,I spend it with the swet taste of one well bred,Silver spoon in my mouthTwenty bucks in my back pocket,Shimmering thin and tameUntil the morning came....Chorus:Won't you be my breadbox, honey,Won't you be my rolling coin?Won't you be my twenty dollars?Won't you roll me home?Won't you be my breadbox, honey?Won't you be my rolling coin?Won't you be my diamond ruby heart...And roll me honeBut the haunting dilletante'sSweet existence, "Come to me"Like an unknown epithat on a soldier's heartSo much sweet and empty timeOn my hands,And playing head games with empty victories,Yeah, yeah,yeahTake me through the nightChorus:I hope to submit this to Lyred.com