Hey miss Etta
Your trauma,
can sing now.
Roaring like a punch in the chest
All the men you gave bliss
And our poor hearts were in your hand
When you sang
From LA to Riverside
I’m by your side
I be blind to let your soul cool
Ms Etta I’m blue
Like this Sunday morning
O’ lord, let it be true
At last let the man trust
in her, at last