See the bird on the bar stool looking for a jerk. If she likes the way he looks she'll put his ass to work. And you know she's been all around the block.
It's hell in the morning to look at you lying in my bed. ANother morning after you know I'm wishing you were dead. Maybe hit by a truck, rammed by a train.
How's it feel to be so black?. How's it feel to be so white?. How's it feel to worry about things. And never know who's wrong or right. . Looking at things on the other side.