Picture - King's X

She was a white skinned black beauty

The daughter of an Indian

Her grandparents raised her in northern Illinois

I call her mother

She was calling love

(She was young, yeah)

She was calling love

(Calling love, oh)

He was the son of a hellfire

Holiness preacher woman

They say nobody was wilder

But maybe his brother

I call him father

He was calling love

(He was young, yeah)

He was calling love

(Still in love)

She was young

(Love, love, love)

Calling love, yeah

(Love, love, love)

She was calling love

(He was young, oh)

She was calling love

(Still in love, oh)

We all got together for the first time last September

I said, «Somebody take a photograph, I’ve got a camera»

Now I got me a favorite picture