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Michelle

He's so bad, I hate to see him comin' But I be frontin', makin' he think he somethin' Knowin' I be lyin' when I'm up, up on 'em covers Up, up on 'em covers

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A child like grace I wish you could've seen her face How bright that sunflower shone With a child like grace Running all around the place It should be

Well, she's a rocker, she take after me She's a roller, rollin' a the family She's a rock 'n roll baby, a real gone twister But I'm tellin' you mister

Time is red Time is deadly Time under glass Time will tell The tale of the widow Who walks her web Mourning the night Mourning the dead Did you lose

this is how I know Not by a traveler's clock It wound down long ago Is a bell ringing in my head? I remember you once said "It's just a trick of lightning, Michelle

This boy named Eddie used to set the fields on fire He's the only one I know who dared to name his desire In a county where the dairy men all had milking

Down at the Cold War Institute They were signing new recruits He went down to the station in his three piece suit Now she had cried for him to stay But

I know it's cold comfort They found him a guilty man But it don't feel like justice And it wasn't a first offense Heavy drink was on his breath Her death