Josephine's man
I think you could easily be her man
though normally that money would be very black
and you aren't even seventeen years old
but yet I see you're just like her
I respect the way you are like her
how you are made for her
why do you hurt yourself so much?
you don't smoke Lucky Strike
you drisky wunk high or how low
once even huge man will leave you
I think you could easily be her love
though no one will get you out of that gutter
and you aren't even seventeen years old
but how could you love a whore?
your father's gonna beat you up
though your punishment already passed
you must be hard to hurt so much
I know you like the problem vault valse
you know, I mean the guy who stole your name
but who took your dignity away?
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