Lyrics

Ride the lift to the seventh floor
Check your lipstick and your heart at the door
Bring your prize rose, your dyin' dove
Gravestone eyes and your baby love

Raise your arms now, swing 'em wide
Praise the saints who come inside
Say grace now, say your prayers
Hear them footsteps comin up the stairs
Baby can't you hear your mama call

You never write your number down
When you work this part of town
You can hum if you can't sing
Daddy's gonna buy you a leather, studded ring
Baby can't you hear your mama call

An old black shawl and a fractured hip
Tear-drenched eyes and trembling lower lip
Broken heart cryin' out for thee
Clenched hands frozen to a rosary
Baby can't you hear your mama call

Ride the lift to the seventh floor
Check your lipstick and your heart at the door
Bring your prize rose, your dyin' dove
Gravestone eyes and your baby love
Gravestone eyes and your baby love...