black rider in the wind
i put my love in someone else than him
i can still tell him
i can still smell him
tip toed through the tuberose
gone round to my window and smashed it
took both fists and smashed it
will i ever be forgiven for what i done to my
martin
he would call her baby doll and he was starting to suspect me
I can still tell him, i will never tell him
black and blue violets again thrown to the wind
my stinking shyness
royal pain and violence
will i ever be forgiven for what i done to my
martin
don't you point that thing at me.

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