texts: Forget her. You could do better than my sister. </s> <s> Every mornin', every night I pass by -- I smile. I say jokes. Nothin'. She looks at me. </s> <s> Looks, huh?
labels: Yeah, like I was a plate of leftovers -- Somethin' wrong with my face -- Whatta I need, a Caddy to connect with ya sister?