Donna

It’s not the words you say but how you say it
I saved the picture where your hair was braided
They found your wallet in the cemetery
You told your daughter she was ordinary

You hate the name Junior
Your husband loved his computers
Your mother never was one
The eldest of seven children

If you don’t have it then you’ll never give it
And I don’t blame you for the way you livin’
The little boy was born in February
You couldn’t sober up to hold a baby

You hate the name Donna
You love to judge strangers’ karma
You drove from New Jersey
The trucks always made you worry

Oh, my henna tattoo
Go to bed it’s way too late

You hate the name Donna
You love to judge strangers’ karma
You drove from New Jersey
The trucks always made you worry
You raised a saint, Donna
You love to judge strangers’ karma
You’re praying for a funeral
You’re singing like Hallelujah

You’re singing like Hallelujah
You’re singing like Hallelujah
You’re singing like Hallelujah
You’re singing like Hallelujah