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Inner City Blues - Rodriguez
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Inner City Blues Rodriguez

Inner City Blues - Rodriguez
Going down a dirty inner city side road
I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled: "Hi"
I nodded
Looked up as the sky began to cry
She shot it
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn'
A cold fact
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
Won't go back

'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear

Mama, Papa, stop
Treasure what you got
Soon you may be caught
Without it

The curfew's set for eight
Will it ever all be straight
I doubt it

Seven jealous fools playing by her rules
Can't believe her
He feels so in between, can't break the scene
It would grieve her
And that's the reason why he must cry
He'll never leave her
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