Lyrics Cotton Alley - 10,000 Maniacs

Cotton Alley

One time you made me cry
Be proud that I remember
My chin is sore, the bruise is gone
But the spot is tender
Gave my hand, a sister coy
To cotton alley where you did enjoy
Your wicked games, you curious boy
Tied my laces up together
When i fell, you laughed until your belly was sore
In the brick laid aisle behind the five and dime store
That’s how I made you blush
But doubt if you’d remember
Were my tears genuine or those of a skilled pretender?
Nothing precious, plain to see
Don’t make a fuss over me
Not loud, not soft, but somewhere in between
Say «sorry», let it be the word you mean
I was a little pest who never took a hint
Could never take a hint
You pinched my fingers in a door
And tossed my coloring book in a rusty barrel
Nothing precious, plain to see
Don’t make a fuss over me
Not loud, not soft, but somewhere in between
Say «sorry», let it be the word you mean
Pulled spiders from my hair
Fingers in the door
My favorite blue blouse stained on the back
Running from a berry war
Nothing precious, plain to see
Don’t make a fuss over me
Not loud, not soft, but somewhere in between
Say «sorry», let it be the word you mean
Can you hear me scream?
In cotton alley, scream
Cotton alley