.Well I'm come back home from seeing my man
With gritty brown hands and eyes of tin
I say baby we aught to make us a plan
He said come on and eat my blackberry jam
Ever love a lass make sure she plays the drums
Don't fall for her guitars no matter how hard she strums
Guitarist a.
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