Donna

It's not the words you say, but how you say it

I saved a 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

You 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 living

A 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

We drove from New Jersey

The trucks always made you worry

Hold my hand now, hand

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 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