Picture - King's X

She was the 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 ohh

He was the son of

A hell-fire 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

Stealing love

She was young

Calling love yeah

She was calling love

She was young oh

She was calling love

Stealing love

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