Lucky Man Blues.

Nina Simone ain’t got nuthin’ on my chick! She only worries about me. Day and night she cannot sleep. Waits by the door for me. I am her man, her reprimand; when she goes astray. In the same way, if I mess up, she hits me back. What we got going it works so well. You know, I think people can tell. Man, oh man how well this tale, side by side what a ride life can be, once you find that xxyertain guy or girl, oh well life is better when you use your cell: You know, new normal and the world; Safe distance, masks and oh well, the new life we will all tell, if we survive, to all the world. Survivor stories we will tell. Hopefully!

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