Lletres: Type O Negative. Nettie.

Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes

In the dark bathed in cathode ray blue
Miss Red Hook of 1922
Weeping silently for the pain of others

Every night a tearful rosary
A victim of the curse of empathy
Her reward for compassion is to suffer

Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes

My shortcomings, I know caused her grief
Still she loves me, this I can't believe
Responding not with anger but a prayer

Heaven's just southwest of Cobble Hill
True, I am the son of an angel
Maternally, not one woman compares

Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes

If you fall, I will catch you
When you're lost, I'll be there soon
Far away, but of course near
When you're sad, I'm always here

Thank you for saving me from my self
Your compassion became its own hell
Unequally beautiful inside and out without a doubt

Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
Nettie