Sonny

I love this real man,

The kind death that each rag believe.

Eloquence he heard,

And looks that may of women

and believe...

My woman Sonny,

I'm silverbread a serves me well.

He keeps my smile and

to this week hasn't broke my roads.

And worried soul

Well Sonny,

don't say a sorry,

Heaven knows, you ain't so promissing.

'Cause Sonny,

when you think of me,

Heaven knows, you ain't so genering.

That real my has it

the damn no twelve if as you thought.

And yourself confused

because you said about love with me.

And about it wood.

Well Sonny,

don't say a sorry,

Heaven knows, you ain't so promissing.

'Cause Sonny,

when you think of me,

Heaven knows, you ain't so genering.

Well Sonny,

don't say a sorry,

Heaven knows, you ain't so promissing.

'Cause Sonny,

when you think of me,

Heaven knows, you ain't so genering.

Well Sonny,

don't say a sorry,

Heaven knows, you ain't so promissing.

'Cause Sonny,

when you think of me,

Heaven knows, you ain't so genering.

Well Sonny...