In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
She blew my mind behind a record machine
She was a shitload of trouble called the Subway Queen
Had a hip with bad habits and a shake that was a bit obscene
One night I caught her running out the cellar door
There was about a million people lying flat on the floor
For such a sweet little lady, I would swear she's rotten to the core
Oh yes
She got her hands in the cookie jar
Smiling like an alligator
Makin' headlines in the back of the car
Tight-lipped now but sink ships later
Well, I know a thing or two about a
Sweet little sister
Her mom would kill her if she knew what she do, she's my
Sweet little sister
She'll love you black and blue
Sweet little sister
She's Mona Lisa with a new tattoo
She's my sweet little
Sweet little sister
Say, every quittin' time is another disease
Too many cowboys ridin' high, shootin' low at the knees
The back hand boogie is the price you pay for being the squeeze
The petting's getting heavy, got a tongue in her ear
Her friend is doing time for kickin' ass on a queer
They're in a mental state and all their friends are here
Oh yes
She's tellin' lies through her burgundy lips
Angel on a mission of mercy
She'll get you dancin' with the crack of the whip
She'll take you up to heaven in her rocket ship
I know a thing or two about a
Sweet little sister
Her mom would kill her if she knew what she do, she's my
Sweet little sister
She'll love you black and blue
Sweet little sister
She's Mona Lisa with a new tattoo
She's so sweet, oh, sweet as candy
She got her hands in the cookie jar
Smiling like an alligator
Makin' headlines in the back of the car
Tight-lipped now but sink ships later
I know a thing or two about a
Sweet little sister
Her mom would kill her if she knew what she do, she's my
Sweet little sister
She'll love you black and blue
Sweet little sister
She's Mona Lisa with a new tattoo
She's my sweet little
Sweet little sister
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She was a shitload of trouble called the Subway Queen
Had a hip with bad habits and a shake that was a bit obscene
One night I caught her running out the cellar door
There was about a million people lying flat on the floor
For such a sweet little lady, I would swear she's rotten to the core
Oh yes
She got her hands in the cookie jar
Smiling like an alligator
Makin' headlines in the back of the car
Tight-lipped now but sink ships later
Well, I know a thing or two about a
Sweet little sister
Her mom would kill her if she knew what she do, she's my
Sweet little sister
She'll love you black and blue
Sweet little sister
She's Mona Lisa with a new tattoo
She's my sweet little
Sweet little sister
Say, every quittin' time is another disease
Too many cowboys ridin' high, shootin' low at the knees
The back hand boogie is the price you pay for being the squeeze
The petting's getting heavy, got a tongue in her ear
Her friend is doing time for kickin' ass on a queer
They're in a mental state and all their friends are here
Oh yes
She's tellin' lies through her burgundy lips
Angel on a mission of mercy
She'll get you dancin' with the crack of the whip
She'll take you up to heaven in her rocket ship
I know a thing or two about a
Sweet little sister
Her mom would kill her if she knew what she do, she's my
Sweet little sister
She'll love you black and blue
Sweet little sister
She's Mona Lisa with a new tattoo
She's so sweet, oh, sweet as candy
She got her hands in the cookie jar
Smiling like an alligator
Makin' headlines in the back of the car
Tight-lipped now but sink ships later
I know a thing or two about a
Sweet little sister
Her mom would kill her if she knew what she do, she's my
Sweet little sister
She'll love you black and blue
Sweet little sister
She's Mona Lisa with a new tattoo
She's my sweet little
Sweet little sister
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lyrics submitted by thekronic420
Sweet Little Sister Lyrics as written by Rachel Southworth David Sabo
Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
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