Katy Bates - Stories Lyrics

I like the stories you used to tell
About your broken mother who went through hell
She would smoke at the kitchen table while the maids cleared away
The chopped up remnants of that day

I like the stories you used to sing
About your drunken father who fixed everything
He would come home everyday in a done up suit and tie
Another ring for your mother to apologise

Before you go
I want to know
About your mothers vacant stare
And your fathers loving glare
So tell me once more
All of your
Stories
Stories

I like the stories you used to say
About your older brothers who gave it all away
They were given everything by your father
But they spent it all and lost it leaving the daughter

Before you go
I want to know
About your mothers vacant stare
And your fathers loving glare
So tell me once more
All of your
Stories
Stories

Don't you worry little child
You don't have to cry
Don't be afraid of the belt that's held
Right in front of your eyes
Don't cry
Dry your eyes
There's a story somewhere inside
Don't cry
Mmm
I like the stories I find
The stories you used to tell