She was 5'4", with some money on the floor, in a box that's hidden under her bed I was only 22, with a pocket full of truth, but I gave her everything that I had We were born and raised in the Golden State, Mama's gone and Daddy's doing his best I was brought up great, living Section 8, Social Security's paying the rent Oh-o-oh-oh, let Lord go, she said you gotta go Little one, you just lost your mind Oh-o-oh-oh She was five foot four getting money on tour But her socks were at the end of my bed Got our names tattooed on each other Just to prove to each other that we'd do what we said Only took a few days and our minds were made up But we thought we should try it again I was only seventeen when we first tried things When she first made me feel like a man Oh-o-oh-oh Who am I gonna call? Who's gonna catch me when I Who's the one to slip away? Oh-o-oh-oh Well, don't just sit in front of me Wait for me to talk You can call me up The phone works two ways in all this time, babe Yeah, I think that I'll be just fine And I wish I could say the same for you I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I