Born in the war You had dreams of being a ballerina
Saw the photos last time that I seen you You had my mum when you were 23
I heard that she was trouble just like me You like painting pictures, writing poems
I guess that's why my words just keep on flowing I wish that I could read the things you write
I'm tryna learn the language so I might
* Three generations Born in different decades Some things have changed
But we got the same old heartbreak You tell me stories That happened back in your day
And I find it funny Cause somehow I still relate
** We're dancing in different clothes Falling in love Until we let it go
But still there's magic in something as simple As three women sitting round a dinner table
You tell me you've Been in love with elvis since the 50s
How my mum danced to bowie in the 80s But I'll never truly see things through your eyes
Cause all the pictures, they're in black and white
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All the good old days And the city lights Those little town jobs when money was tight
All your vintage pieces I'm wishing were mine All our darkest moments Our wildest fights
All the names we cursed cause their love was a lie All the secrets we'll keep until we die
It's something as simple As pouring your heart right out
As three women sitting round a dinner table
