Cherry

Baby, do you understand me now? Sometimes I feel a little mad. But don't you know that no one alive Can always be an angel? When things go wrong I seem to be bad .. But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good .. Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood! Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree, With a joy that's hard to hide. And sometimes it seems that all I have to do is worry, Then you're bound to see my other side. But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good .. Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood! If I seem edgy, I want you to know, That I never mean to take it out on you. Life has it's problems and I get my share, And that's one thing I never meant to do .. Because I love you .. Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human, Have thoughts like any other one. Sometimes I find myself long regretting Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good .. Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood!Sticks, sticks and eight are ten. And two weary travelers from night to light as the burden that they bear grows heavy in the cloak of dark as passersby look and stare and are so unaware in the stained-glass world that surrounds them. As a siren cries and screams but is it for justice that they search the night? What does it matter some say-there are so many. But just like all four-footed animals everyone needs someone. As a shadow from a stripped pole tries its best to get you inside so you can run just like IBM machines.. And each drop of rain that falls are tears for all the injustice done. But a pledge for hope will mount the white stallion and go forth into the land of darkness and look for the switch to make it light. Sticks, sticks and eight are ten. And two weary travelers from night to light as the burden that they bear grows heavy in the cloak of dark as passersby look and stare and are so unaware in the stained-glass world that surrounds them. As a siren cries and screams but is it for justice that they search the night? What does it matter some say-there are so many. But just like all four-footed animals everyone needs someone. As a shadow from a stripped pole tries its best to get you inside so you can run just like IBM machines.. And each drop of rain that falls are tears for all the injustice done. But a pledge for hope will mount the white stallion and go forth into the land of darkness and look for the switch to make it light.