To know her
Defies all common thought
To show her
Defiance comes to naught
To see her
You see an ancient's face
To be her
Must make a lot of grace
You know people sayin'
That you brought it all
All upon yourself
She don't anticipate
No rotteness in nobody else
In each and every sense
She's a whole lot more innocent...
To hear her
For you she hopes the best
So nearer
The truth than all the rest
Hey, mister
You've ogt a real thick hide
You missed her
You might have been surprised...
You know people sayin'
That you brought it all
All upon yourself
She don't anticipate
No rotteness in nobody else
In each and every sense
She's a whole lot more innocent...
(than you)