the first time i ever trusted an adult i was in a girls home scratching my name into a bunk. a staff woman came busting in and caught me in the act. She sung this song, revising it for the occasion. "She scratches a letter, into a bunk, made of wood.." this wasn't a hard core insititution like in the song, however this woman risked her job by telling me when they were going to haul me off to a lockdown and helped me run from the girls home.
the first time i ever trusted an adult i was in a girls home scratching my name into a bunk. a staff woman came busting in and caught me in the act. She sung this song, revising it for the occasion. "She scratches a letter, into a bunk, made of wood.." this wasn't a hard core insititution like in the song, however this woman risked her job by telling me when they were going to haul me off to a lockdown and helped me run from the girls home.