Kathy Mattea - St. Teresa

She down on the corner, just a little crime
When I make my money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh St. Teresa higher than the moon

Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down the side street movin' single file
She say, That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon

Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me
She say, Every stone a story, like a rosary

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon

Are you cold up in the sky
Are you cold up in the clouds
Is there something you forgot to tell me
Tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me

Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me
Every stone a story, like a rosary