| Dear Lady,
When you visit the park, do you listen at your heart, the beating, the churning, the cringing, the yearning, the beating, the yearning, the beating, the beating OH year, I cannot breathe OH yeah, I hate these streets At least they are concrete All I have are these jeans When I win the lottery, I'm gonna Buy some new jeans, I'm afraid they Are far too attached to me By jeremy jones |