Coward’s Corner Songtext
von Lisa O’Neill

I kicked down the walls in coward′s corner
He gave me an inch, pure as water
Though these old boots leave me feeling poorer than I am
They walk me to a man, I won't take a mile off him
I′m happy with an inch

Sing for your supper
Much more than bread and butter now
A tingle on my upper lip
That set my sleepy heart alit
And you'd be having none of it


Scorned, not I, when I'm shy
I′m far, far away from what I know be wise
I border on childish lies
Scared of the eyes that cracked my heart
With something never said to no one else before
And won me over

Sing for your supper
Much more than bread and butter now
A tingle on my upper lip
That set my sleepy heart alit
And you′d be having none of it

I kicked down the walls in coward's corner
He gave me an inch, pure as water
Pure as water, pure as water

Sing for your supper
Much more than bread and butter now
A tingle on my upper lip
That set my sleepy heart alit
And you′d be having none of it