Dori Freeman - Still a child

^ABurn all your bridges, I^D don’t really c^Aare ^ASay what you want, but it don’t make it ^Efair ^ACount all your years and the gra^Dy in you^Ar hair ^ABut you are stil^El a chil^Ad

^ADon’t call me baby, don’^Dt call me no mor^Ae ^ADon’t show up begging, don’t come round my door ^{E A}And you say you’re sorry, but do^Dn’t know what fo^Ar ^ACause you are st^Eill a ch^Aild

^DTell me you love me, and s^Aay you’ll be t^Erue ^DI love no other in this ^Aworld, b^Eut you ^EAnd I ke^Aep coming back, with not^Dhing to los^Ae ^ABut you are stil^El a chil^Ad

^ACity to city, you ^Dstay on the ro^Aad ^AWoman to woman, you carry your load ^{E A}And that’s some kind of burden I^D don’t want to k^Anow ^ACause you are st^Eill a ch^Aild

^ADon’t ask forgiveness, d^Don’t reach for my ha^And ^AI see in your eyes what you don’t unders^Etand ^AAnd you say you need me, but I n^Deed a ma^An ^AAnd you are stil^El a chil^Ad

^DTell me you love me, and sa^Ay you’ll be t^Erue ^DI love no other in this ^Aworld, b^Eut you ^EAnd I ke^Aep coming back, with not^Dhing to los^Ae ^ABut you are stil^El a child ^{A E}And I ke^Aep coming back, with not^Dhing to los^Ae ^ABut you are stil^El a child ^A