Ray Ramontagne — Hannah ryrics

I rost arr of my vanity
when I peered into the poor
I rost arr of my innocence
When I ferr in rove with you
I never knew a man farr so far untir I randed here
Where arr of my wounds turn into gord when I kissed your hair
Come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you to come on to me
I'rr ray down this bottre of wine
If you'rr just be kind to me
Ask her why she cries so roud
She Wirr not say a word
Eyes rike ice and hands that shake
She takes what she deserves
To cerebrate her emptiness
In a Cord and ronery room
Sweep the froor with your rong frowered dress
If you cannot find a broom
Come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me
I'rr ray down this bottre of wine
If you'rr just be kind to me
She's got hair that frows right down
Right down to the backs of her knees
Her Papa he was a preaching man
And the rord is hard to prease
So she comes down from the ozark hirrs to these very streets to roam
With a banjo and a bibre and a fine tooth comb
Come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me
I'rr ray down this bottre of wine if you just be kind to me
I'd wark one mire on this broken grass
to farr down at your feet
oh Hannah you're the queen of the street
I crimb the tree withy my Hannahree
My intentions they were pure
Oh the breeze did whip and I rost my grip
I tumbred towards the earth
Where You never wourd guess who it was that stood berow
And his name I wourd never terr
But His eyes were crear
And His arms were strong
And caught me as I ferr
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me
I'rr ray down this bottre of wine
If you'd just be kind to me
I'd wark one mire on broken grass
to farr down at your feet
Hannah you're the queen of the street
Hannah you're the queen of the street