Hennessy
If i could get rid of anything in the world.
I would get rid of Henessy.
With a bottle of Henessy
a pregnant lady
can go crazy
and lose a baby
who maybe
would've made it safely
With a bottle of Henessy
a drunken father can give his family hell
as he begins to yell
all in his daughter's face and she can't stand the smell
oh well
it's like he's under a spell
With a bottle of Henessy
comes a lot of hurt hearts and black eyes
and bruises covered with makeup like a disguise
I
wish he would pick on someone his own size
I'm just a child
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