No, I can't be blessed.
"That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl."
Oh, how I wish today can turn to be yesterday pretty soon.
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