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