The One Thing - Caroline Smith

I was into you boy like, I thought, nothing else

You see, I keep falling too fast

I’d met no other man who had the same hands

Who worked them from day until night

Who worked them from holding me to picking fights

(fits of rage)

Coming to my face like nothing I have ever known

But fits of rage was something I could deal without so I had to let him go

You got to move on

You got to let him go

It’s never just the one thing and that’s how you know that you got to let him go

And my baby with the long hair, one of those artist types