Black and blue from passing around—Whitey says, “Lady ain’t a hit no more.”
Cecilia Amanda, I don’t want to see you get like you got before—
Another patient in a party dress yesterday, dancing on a permanent scratch
In a place where lonely men pay to make their opposites match.

Little Miss Amanda wants to know how long you’re going to be gone,
And she asked me can I fix it so your record plays the rest of her song,
Cause every remembrance of you has been buried below,
Every memory that I unhappily know.

I’m sorry for you and your kid,
The things you promised that you never did.
She asked me are you a pretty dancer,
But I don’t think I’m gonna answer.

Oh, black and blue from passing around while you fake me back to the daily score.
If you got a little baby now, I don’t wanna see you around here no more.
Ah, Amanda put on her new party dress yesterday, dancing to a record you scratched.
I’m some dealing amateur actor making opposites match.

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