I'm not so bad. I just hate to see a good time had. By everyone but me on this lonely Christmas Eve. I hear them up and down, up and down the street. .
Another guilty white boy, won't you turn me in?. Always had it easy, charge me for my sins. . Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields.
Lucretia walks into a room. Because she does it's not the same room. The one she wanted to be in. She says, "Everywhere I go, damn, there I am". . And I just want to walk away.
Her window was hung like a painting. She worried it might come to life. She stared for hours. So obsessed was I and self-absorbed. That I didn't see that she was crying.