Текст Ben Folds – Alice Childress

Some summers in the evening after 6 or so
I walk on down the hill
And maybe buy a beer
I think about my friends

Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore
No, not anymore, oh

Alice, the world is full of ugly things
That you can’t change
Pretend it’s not that way
It’s my idea of faith
You can blow it off
And say there’s good in nearly everyone
Just give them all a chance
Now let’s give them all a chance

Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore
No, not anymore, oh

No, it didn’t work out
No, it didn’t work out the way we thought it would
No, it didn’t work out
(An arranged marriage is not so good)

Thank God it’s you

Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
It’s getting late where you are, Alice Childress
Anymore
No, not anymore
Anymore
No, not anymore