"Still Waters Run Deep" lyrics

"Still Waters Run Deep"

There goes the mystery woman
Keep well away
She's got trouble for you
So don't get in her way

Nothing to spare
As easy as that
She's standing there
All dressed up in black

With you life sewn up
While she's out on a limb
Say she'd better own up
Or she'll never win

She's out of line
Kick her when she's down
Queen of her kind
But she doesn't wear the crown

The darkness it grows
And the lady does not sleep
It's so hard to lose
And now it's so hard to weep
And the river flows
Still waters still run deep

She has a thorn in her side
A chip on her shoulder
Some heartache to hide
A lot of people to scold her

No one comes near
To set her free
They all live in fear
Thinking it's no place to be

There goes the mystery woman
Keep well away
She's got trouble for you
So don't get in her way

Nothing to spare
As easy as that
She's standing there
All dressed up in black

Though they may know
The sun shines while they sleep
Though they may show a smile
But wish to weep
The river flows
Still waters still run deep

Though they may know
The sun shines while they sleep
Though they may show a smile
But wish to weep
The rivers may flow
Still waters still run deep


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