I was born, and I was made. By the hands of marmalade. I've got legends in my blood. I've got Indians in my veins. . And in the year of '44. Grandpaw went away to war.
Dressing my voice up on the phone. Underneath the envy rotting my bones. I'd do anything to get you alone, if just for awhile. . Blame it on the way that I talk.