B. B. King - Sweet Little Angel lyrics

Written by max collins and jon siebels

Tell those stories to me

I’m dying to hear the things you’ve done and seen

Farfetched as they may be

You strike a smile in me

Your stories ring of perjury

Construted with self empowering theme

Suckin’ on my brain you’re the teacher I’m the student

Turning things around your story’s not congruent

Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses

Turning things around

You’re turning things around

A manic stunning scene

I’m taking notes your taking me away into your false realtiy

I know your comfort lies in lying to try to make your life make sense

But you’re not making sense

I’d say it aloud but I’m not aloud

I see your head spin round and round

Broken record talk tonight

Skip that needle back and fourth on your mind wearing out unconvincing lies

Like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree

Your shade don’t hide no sun from me

Fake stories humor me

It’s graduation time

I love you like a mother