The happiness finds me on its own feet
A poor unhappy man asks for meat
His old coat worn out, his hair all nit
His un-owned foulness mucks like shit
It knocks my door with hands hold forth
’t calls me sister ’n wants old cloth
What I gave him? my girlie blouse?
He gave me more gifts no one knows
A poor unhappy man asks for meat
His old coat worn out, his hair all nit
His un-owned foulness mucks like shit
It knocks my door with hands hold forth
’t calls me sister ’n wants old cloth
What I gave him? my girlie blouse?
He gave me more gifts no one knows
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