Reisa L. Gerber - Roll Me Home lyrics

Everytime I get my hands On a little bit of dough, I spend it with the swet taste of one well bred, Silver spoon in my mouth Twenty bucks in my back pocket, Shimmering thin and tame Until the morning came.... Chorus: Won't you be my breadbox, honey, Won't you be my rolling coin? Won't you be my twenty dollars? Won't you roll me home? Won't you be my breadbox, honey? Won't you be my rolling coin? Won't you be my diamond ruby heart... And roll me hone But the haunting dilletante's Sweet existence, "Come to me" Like an unknown epithat on a soldier's heart So much sweet and empty time On my hands, And playing head games with empty victories, Yeah, yeah,yeah Take me through the night Chorus: I hope to submit this to Lyred.com