The Devils Blues
Sweet nice girl use to be innocent
But she is not an infant
Use to be all day with her to be her guardian
But fell into the blue lake filled with scorpion
Use to be the cure so all her hatred now
And all she says when I chatting with someone its always wow
She call me a dummy
I call her a bunny
All she wants is money
While I am not so lucky
There isn’t any blood between her leg
So there is no point to beg
Why am I crying it is because of you
All you said was I bid you a do
you leave this poor girl alone
like you have another clone
you see me as a slut
saying I’m always showing my but
why don’t we bothe drink some booze
after all were are both in the devil blues
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