Μια χαρά τοποθετείται ο Πάτερ:
Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man
I mean like a god damn marching band
I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on
Why don't you move to the Delta?
I've become jealous, rail-thin
Prone to paranoia when I'm stoned
If this isn't true love, someone oughta put me in a home
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