Sweet N Low - Henry Morris

Lyrics by：Henry Morris/Victor Thell/Tessa De Nicola

Composed by：Henry Morris/Victor Thell/Tessa De Nicola

Produced by：Henry Morris/Victor Thell

I hear my lover call

Singing slow sweet and low

Ready to lose it all

There she goes sweet and low

Mother says

You're even worse than

I was as a child

So help me tess

If I see that boy within a mile

I'll kill him

I said but momma I love her

She stole my soul with a kiss

She tasted like cigarettes

And her daddy is rich

Keeps my heart in her pocket

She likes the gun in my pants

I'll run away marry her

If I just get the chance

I hear my lover call

Singing slow sweet and low

Ready to lose it all

There she goes sweet and low

All through the night

Through the air

The warmest of lights

My baby's there

She took my hand

She said

Haven't I given you everything

She said

Let's not forget

When you were worth less

Than the air you breathe

I said but momma I love her

She stole my soul with a kiss

She tasted like cigarettes

And her daddy is rich

Keeps my heart in her pocket

She likes the gun in my pants

I'll run away marry her

If I just get the chance

I hear my lover call

Singing slow sweet and low

Ready to lose it all

There she goes sweet and low

All through the night through the air

The warmest of lights my baby's there