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then there was a baby she never was his lady always askin if they could maybe he said, "lady you don't wanna know the real me" he drove her to the school drownin in his sweat she was a fool wondering who he really was but she was too afraid to fuss always sayin that he cusses and doesn't worship all his crosses she parked his car got out and seared her face to the lights in the yard she told him she wasn't enough always too busy tryna be tough all he could do was giggle and puff on the little cigar lookin into the far instead of her eyes and listens to her cry all night long till her soul's gone while she wrote his song