“A singer is a singer because she needs to expose her soul, the minute she’s ‘up there’ she’s on a roll
As the guitar plays and she starts to sing, the audience claps as she does her thing
The club has changed from 40 minutes ago, when people’s faces were hanging low
As the guitar plays and she starts to sing, a bird takes her off on its wing
She sings with passion and dances with a swing, a voice can do a million things, but it’s the singer who wins
‘Tis she who expels negative things, as that audience claps as she does her thing
Depression dies as happiness wins.
Loretta. For you.”